Aborted
Contained in what’s so fragile, could break,
And soaked to preserve its state.
But why prevent its being defaced?
It was wanted dead, in the first place.
Defenseless, it was so deprived
The right to choose, to live, to die;
Borne, by fate, by whose heart was stone,
And dead before it was born.
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