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There is much more Anxiety in my poems than the un

There is much more Anxiety in my poems than the unborn hidden in womb. Her lonesome mother making shadows dance in a forest, at night. Rabbits running, birds flying with letters in feet. I speak of growing, and she writes an umbilical poetry. Telling the world, I don't want you to write another story, how I got lost at night, and never returned from the forest. I write about the branches and she visits her childhood, swinging only to remember, how her sister was abducted, each time, she closed her eyes. This time I took the pen to find her breaths, hanging tied from the noose. The outside world is beautiful, her mother whispered, like a concilliabule between hushes and fears. She dreading her baby steps will soon turn into a woman's freedom, like her mother's living nightmares from which she is about to born. For better reading. There is much more Anxiety in my poems than the unborn hidden in womb. Her lonesome mother making shadows dance in a forest, at night. Rabbits running,
There is much more Anxiety in my poems than the unborn hidden in womb. Her lonesome mother making shadows dance in a forest, at night. Rabbits running, birds flying with letters in feet. I speak of growing, and she writes an umbilical poetry. Telling the world, I don't want you to write another story, how I got lost at night, and never returned from the forest. I write about the branches and she visits her childhood, swinging only to remember, how her sister was abducted, each time, she closed her eyes. This time I took the pen to find her breaths, hanging tied from the noose. The outside world is beautiful, her mother whispered, like a concilliabule between hushes and fears. She dreading her baby steps will soon turn into a woman's freedom, like her mother's living nightmares from which she is about to born. For better reading. There is much more Anxiety in my poems than the unborn hidden in womb. Her lonesome mother making shadows dance in a forest, at night. Rabbits running,
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