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Barrel's love.
This love is rare and weird
Many connect it with just a tiny thread
To me her love is my grace
With the stress of a little trace
She knows me like where the sun sleeps at night
Her rebuke guilds me right
I see a mother's love in her
Though the earth passed ill womb to her
She still knows where hides a childs tears
And without regrets or fears
She will spare her last for my needs
Aunty, i'll forever be indebted to you
Till the day you draw this fleeting breath
This love is rare and weird
zuby.
