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The Poisonous Womb
I want, what is to be I want, what should happen I need and want all that is around me but i am starved I am the hungry I am in slaved now with slavery's twin sister impoverished and there brother famish poverty is not just a life style it is a life sentence and my poisonous womb has brought forth, the most unfortunate of souls and i, too came from a sour enclave with hold no life for me but bore me by mistake by some chance, should I be released from my hell my silky soft caramel hands would embrace my golden brown face and salty, warm tears ' would stream down and moisten the seed of today ------------------------------------------------------------ The Poisonous Womb I want, what is to be I want, what should happen I need and want all that is around me but i am starved I am the hungry I am in slaved now with slavery's twin sister impoverished and there brother famish poverty is not just a life style it is a life sentence and my poisonous womb has brought forth, the most unfortunate of souls and i, too came from a sour enclave which holds no life for me but bore me by mistake by some chance, should I be released from my hell my silky soft caramel hands would embrace my golden brown face and salty, warm tears ' would stream down and moisten the seeds (sons) of today (fixed? 5-5-2017 fri)
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