Facing Guilt Head-on
Ashwagandha bravery. Creaking; door emits
fears - grasping hands injected joyless, killing living moments newborn's opening peeping
Quiet… rendered screams to undergo valiantly weathered 'X'
You're zero years!
Xenogenesis within.
Varied under-tones steady resettling quiet
Please, oh newborn memory! Lie. Kiss joyfully in happy gratitude for every day changing baby anew
Next time won't you sing with me…?
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