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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=393539" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unlike Mother, Unlike Daughter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=393539" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her heart breaks for something she'll never have<br>A daughter of perfect honesty and obedience<br>With fair hair and bright eyes<br>Everything her son is</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=393539" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Instead the mother bore something strange<br>A loser, a liar, a Mrs. Lovett wannabe<br>Swearing not to change<br>Everything she doesn't want, doesn't need</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=393539" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But her daughter doesn't want to love anybody<br>She doesn't want love in return<br>She's sick of man's petty "acceptance"<br>She doesn't need "lessons" to learn</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=393539" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Mother explains, "She understands, "<br>Clichés, "Daughter, tell me anything."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=393539" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But her daughter knows, <br>She'd be afraid of what's in her head<br>Mother won't understand<br>The demons that chase her and charm her<br>For a while…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=393539" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And scariest of all<br>The daughter realizes<br>The man she loves<br>She loves alone</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=393539" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It's sad to think about the monster<br>The Daughter holds so intrinsically close…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=393539" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her heart breaks for something she'll never have<br>A vengeful god of perfectly destructive melancholy<br>With dark hair and dark eyes<br>They try to tell her otherwise<br>But only the Daughter knows what her heart cannot compromise</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=393539" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mother tries to convince her<br>Tries to stop a "fictional infatuation"<br>Still the daughter, unfazed, replies, <br>"You know you are my only condemnation."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Gabrielle+Fleming">Gabrielle Fleming</a></strong></div>

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