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Without Meaning To

Is that why you cry
Little baby of mine
When you wet the sheet
Without meaning to?

Is it the humiliation
“What would others think”
Is that why you still sit there
Hiding what you can?

Are you angry at yourself
At the body you can’t control
For staining the sheet yet again
After deciding not to do so?

I am sorry they scold you
For what you don’t intend to do
I know you would hurriedly 
Wash the sheet if you could.

The way I do.

When I stain it with blood
Just like that
Without meaning to.
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