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Uncongratulated birth, inside this brutal internal wound, murderingA corpse like crystal, sparkling.Everyone's living right? Then what about that girl?This is fate? What a laugh.I heard fate is something humans created.That's an untied string, the string of life.Sunny days, rainy days, on any kind of dayThinking of that unwanted girlStretching my back, patting my stomach that's back to normal, holding out handsSad, surrounded by distant ironyKilling these unseemly feelings, lowering hands"Why oh why?" and regret, are constantYou understand it in your mind right?The flickering thought of 4 little kicksDo you think it's ok to lose a life to an act that feels good?Feeling good, sun then clouds, sometimes rainForecasting not so much the morning weather, as whimsical you.Body, orifice, please don't touch.See, again, I gave birth to a nightmareIn an unknown place, my crumbled love is surelyVisible now, I understand.Just a touch of machinery, love turned into a patternIf you saw my eyes you'd know, those were definitely kicks.Sobbing, grasping throat, soon it'll end, agony, womb, flesh, connected, thread, with you, cell, give me a hint
If the brain's incomplete, it's not human? Still a budAll the same, that bud, whether you let it bloom or not is, up to youTherefore, umbilical cord, wanting to bloom, during afterbirth, reunion, Theory of Relativity, warped, vacancy, dizzy and apparently lost, a dizzied burial
Propaganda, the product of birthed suffering,A shy puppet, grumbling, that kind of effectSide effect, the limit of cannibalism,Before long God will notice. Reload, reloadYesterday, desperately thinking of living togetherHastening death, stuck in this book that can't be read twice, a bookmarkAlone, I want to look
If the brain's incomplete, it's not human? Still a budAll the same, that bud, whether you let it bloom or not is, up to youTherefore, umbilical cord, wanting to bloom, during afterbirth, reunion, Theory of Relativity, warped, vacancy, dizzy and apparently lost, a dizzied burial
If the brain's incomplete, it's not human? Still a budAll the same, that bud, whether you let it bloom or not is, up to youTherefore, umbilical cord, wanting to bloom, during afterbirth, meeting my half, a proud birth, unending love, the brightened streetlamp