The Woman.
She is the first place I felt love.
She is like an ocean
soft and peaceful
yet strong enough to destroy.
She is powerful.
She is wise.
She is brilliant.
She is my muse.
She is the reason for all that I am.
Her womb is the first place I called
home.
she is
everything.
-my mother.
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