Wombless
Once wombless
Death is upon like a testament
Marrow of fear
Loveless
Chants
Knees on revolving shells
Of walnuts and bone
Unwalking legs yet, bleeding
Penitence of virtue, of hope
Of breaking the unripe
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder why you are
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