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Uncongratulated birth, inside this brutal internal wound, murdering
A corpse like crystal, sparkling.
Everyone's living right? When what about that girl?
This is fate? That makes me laugh.
Fate is a thing humans dominated right?
That's an untied string, the string of life.
Sunny day, rainy days, on any day
Thinking of that unwanted girl
Stretching my back, patting my stomach that's returned to the original, holding out hands
Sad, surrounded by distant irony
Killing these unseemly feelings, lowering hands
"Why oh why?" and regret, are constant
You understand it in your mind right?
The flickering thought of 4 little kicks
Do you think it's ok to lose a life to an act that feels good?
Feeling good, sun then clouds, sometimes rain
The weather forecast said about the morning, whimsical you.
Body, orifice, please don't touch.
See, again, I gave birth to a nightmare
In an unknown place, my crumbled love is surely
Visible now, I understand.
Just a touch of machinery, love turned into a pattern
If you saw my eyes you'd know, those were definitely kicks.
Sobbing, grasping throat, soon it'll end, agony, womb, flesh, connected, thread, with you, cell, give me a hint
If the brain's uncompleted, it's not human? Still a sprout
All the same, that sprout, whether you let it bloom or not is, up to you
Therefore, umbilical cord, wanting to bloom, during afterbirth, reunion, Theory of Relativity, warped, vacancy, dizzy and apparently lost, a dizzied burial
Propaganda, the product of birthed suffering,
A shy puppet, grumbling, that kind of effect
Side effect, the limit of cannibalism,
Before long God will notice. Reload, reload
Yesterday, desperately thinking of living together
Hastening death, stuck in this book that can't be read twice, a bookmark
Alone I want to look
If the brain's uncompleted, it's not human? Still a sprout
All the same, that sprout, whether you let it bloom or not is, up to you
Therefore, umbilical cord, wanting to bloom, during afterbirth, reunion, Theory of Relativity, warped, vacancy, dizzy and apparently lost, a dizzied burial
If the brain's uncompleted, it's not human? Still a sprout
All the same, that sprout, whether you let it bloom or not is, up to you
Therefore, umbilical cord, wanting to bloom, during afterbirth, meeting my half, a proud birth, unending love, the brightened streetlamp
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