Still Born
Eyes without vision:
the reflection unbearable.
Life must take an intermission.
My undoing, irreparable.
Conception - orgasms and smiles,
he made a pastime of your flesh.
A problem so black and mild.
Wisdom of all ages gets smoked to death.
Hellos smothered under undeveloped lips -
I know this is certainly goodbye.
He saw life in your hips.
It was only right his mistake must die.
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