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Barefoot on Thin Ice


The silence
When her eyes opened
They opened wide.
Jungle
To urban jungle
To the northwoods
She met the silence
And grew backwards.
She eyed the womb
Turned her head
And thought the better of it.
It hurts
To be born.
But nothing beats
Sleeping like a baby.
 
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