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each of these my three babies I will carry with me for myself I ask no one else will be mother to these three and of course I'm like a wild horse but there's no other way I could be water + feed are not tools that I need for the thing that I've chosen to be in my soul my blood + my bones I have wrapped your cold bodies around me the face on you the smell of you will always be with me each of these my three babies I was not willing to leave though I tried I blasphemed + denied I know they will be returned to me each of these my babies have brought you closer to me no longer mad like a horse I'm still wild but not lost from the thing that I've chosen to be and it's 'cos you've thrilled me silenced me stilled me proved things Ithe face on you the smell of you will always be with me.
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