A strange pathos,
there is a lump of tumour in my throat,
make me spit it out....
perhaps its an ache from the contraction of the uterine walls.
make the blood flow from the puss,the sin from the fate...
forging in my womb...........
Let me crack the shell,
a black magic transparency,
take the breath.....
Am leaving few cells-a tissue;
perhaps an exisistence,never care allow it to flow in the amniotic fluid,
that's my care....my lullaby.......forever .......
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