You never gave me anything
real... I could hold onto
like your child...
I would have loved that
something of yours
to take root inside me
deliver me...
of what is left here
nothing... but loving you
milk my breasts dry
they are swollen
from missing your touch
enter me...
and leave the germs
of your tomorrows to grow
within my swollen belly
to be delivered
into tomorrow's happy world
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