A renewal, a fountain of youth, a fountain of chocolate, a piñata struck with the handle of a broom, a broomstick on which to fly during a full moon, which? A witch? The switch of a broom to swoosh away impurities, impurities unable to penetrate, clean in one's thoughts, one's actions, without water, a clean mind, a mind that switches from dirty to clean in a state of love.
A state of true love, a love for a child, a baby, a child born clean, a mother whose state of giving birth unclean to the jealous, a body of a Mom who created a child, the cleanest happiest truest Mother who never gives up, your Mother to live forever, she tries, day by day she tries, we as her little angels lift her up so she flies, she is already there.
In heaven we shall meet again.
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