Sunday, July 12, 2015

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You’re warm, she says
Your silky hair, barely there
Your skin so soft
It’s all so warm

I love you so, she cries
Clutching at her abdomen
Her screams red and dry

I love you so, she moans
Grasping at the bump that was never there

Why won’t you come to me
And let me hold you

It’s all too much to bear

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