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the silent wail
"A poem about seeking a return to the pre-birth stage on account of immense emotional pain"
no womb to take your tears to
the hurt, above you – you, only a petite full-grown
from a premature fetal fist – forced to let it lurk inside
the three hundred ninety grams of it all
as well as the mere seven pounds
not once
not twice
nor the nth time but
a content and eternal guest in you
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