Did you tell people that songs weren’t the same as a warm body, a soft mouth? — Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth
Did you tell people that songs weren’t the same as a warm body, a soft mouth? — Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth
Did you tell people that songs weren’t the same as a warm body, a soft mouth? — Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth
Did you tell people that songs weren’t the same as a warm body, a soft mouth? — Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth
Did you tell people that songs weren’t the same as a warm body, a soft mouth? — Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth
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Did you tell people that songs weren’t the same as a warm body, a soft mouth?

— Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth
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