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womb

 

 

 

  I watch the graceful swirl of her being

 

 tucked so inside

 

 (the body fits its parts so neatly)

 

 arms arched holding gentle flare

 

of egg

 

 You drove me so, you quickened 

 

 

 you twitched with my ecstasy

 

ecstasy not complete without you

 

blood and bone and blood

 

you were my child 

 

and your instincts 

 

basic driven 

became woe 

 

a promise unfilled a space left empty

 

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