Veda Hille - Small Weight

Remembrances
Like a story told to a kid

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We try hard to hear the smallest of voices

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Life is a story, told by a kid

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Tell a story, tell a story

Child, o child, soft triangle child
You are a small weight
You are a small weight
In me

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In someone's dreams I am open

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Hasn't this happened before, before?

Remembrances I knew it as it was spoken

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Wait, let me find something to prop the door

Child, o child
Mine, not mine, a week-long child
You are a small weight
Will it be a long wait?

And a hand pulls into a dark heartbeat
I can barely be a mother
My heart cries out a our bodies
But we do not feel like lovers
Sweetness pours from my mouth and eyes
This is not wrong, I am smiling
But I cannot bear this child inside
Will you hold her now
I am crying
I am crying
I am

Remembrances
A story, told by a kid