Mother oh mother
standing inside the innocent shade
though i couldn't see her face
But i could hear her voice wishing me to come soon
mother ! mother! mother!
i see you glared at your balloon stomach
wishing i could be held in your arms
yet i keep swimming in the mucus
which you prepared inside of you
Mother my mother!!!
the voice of the unborn whispered
your motherly song filled the atmosphere
of your balloon, like an air
that is ready to get bust
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