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About This Poem
Empty Womb
Red marionette smile
Painted with blood
Reminders of a hollow womb
Puppet strings guide
My listless spirit to
The foot of my soul's tomb
Clenched fist full of
Nothing beat at
Mother Earth's selfish ground
I hold hands full of
Wilted flowers and lay
My trampled dreams down
Vacant eyes wander
But I see my light
Fading to a dark glow
The stench of
Rotting fruit I smell
And time refuses to slow
My stinging heart pumps
Razor blood to remind
Me of my pain
Dreams of smiling children
Wake me to my
Hearts blood stain
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