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my world, my womb
unconditioned but air conditioned
too many frequencies make fusions
many more intuitions gathered a lot intentions
grew great confusions
my womb, my world
the ultimate heaven that proven the sense of love
that belongs spring that sprung
my mother's face
that certainly traced a weird tune which grew red rashes,
scratches on my mother lower abdomen
I'm just eight months old
and my skin getting cold,
Even I could not told to my mother what I gather in the womb
If I make the images zoom and
if somehow her rose will bloom
which only gain,
a huge pain that could not share or even bare
the world that never care
to my mother
where there is my womb, my world
and I'm only eight months old,
getting cold,
too cold...
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
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