Push
Moist
Dark, the strangeness of becoming
Not voluntary, more like a compulsion
Just one more
PUSH
then in illumination
dry
cold
SLAP
all this mobility, from being
From a first
A fight
A PUSH
Brought forth in love ,hardly
And
This is just the beginning
The first
PUSH
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