Wholly tarnished by truth
I crawl back to my small goodness
I gasp for air politely
Trying not to make a mess
But still there is blood everywhere
Finally I wash up on some shore
Bringing my drowned baby with me
Just starting her new life inside me
The life of the dead
The life of the unborn
Who weave the future together
With such tenderness and skill
As if they knew
We would always go on living
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