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The Gift of Life 


The Gift of Life

Comes unwrapped,
With no soft edges

Coarse and grimy

Stinking to
High heaven.

Hopes and Dreams
Go up in smoke

As we disrobe

Breaking glass in
Smoldering embers.

Baby cries,
Never leaving

Hearts unbroken

Desperate for
Everything new.


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