Baby of Virgin
Though Am Virgin,
Labor pain Origin,
From Heart! Ever ye heard?
Its true I carry,
Six feet grown baby,
Shouting me to get abort!
Conceived while soul intercourse;
Inside done whole abuse;
Telling now am at fault!
Always fed surfeit love;
All ways blocked my allow;
Nevertheless,Crave not at halt!
Despite of years,wanna bear;
Of letting up,Perhaps if you fear;
Dear I swear,
" Mine Beating nest begets Birth;
When taking rest forgets Earth".
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