the baby killer

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By pawnshop poet

BATHING IN A SEA OF WARMTH THEY SAY I'M NOT HUMAN SO SMALL AND FRAGILE YOU SAY YOU DON'T WANT ME CONCEIVED IN A MOMENT OF PASSION FORGOTTEN BY THE ONES WHO MADE ME SIMPLE BUT I HAVE A NEED TO BE LOVED BEYOND THIS WOMB WILL I BE BEAUTIFUL WILL I BE STRONG WILL I SERVE A PURPOSE OR WILL I LIVE LONG I SENSE THE END IS NEAR OR HAS IT JUST BEGUN MY ARMOUR IS FRAIL I HAVE NO DEFENSE LET ME OUT TO SPREAD MY WINGS AND SING A LULLABY TO YOU ROCK SLOWLY IN MY MOTHERS ARMS AND FALL ASLEEP AT NIGHT FOR YOU ALL THIS AND MORE I LOOK FORWARD TO A YOUNG LIFE WITH MY HANDS ON HIGH YET ALL THAT SAID AND DONE WHEN SADLY ME FIRST SIGHT IS DR. TILLER

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