You have taken a piece of me. My body tastes sweet like bread and my blood tastes like wine intoxicating you by my love. If you despise me the bread turns putrid and stale and the wine turns to water.
Our yardsticks are so tiny that we believe our problems are the biggest!
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The intimate bonding that happens between the mother and child is when she holds her…