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May 2015
Early to bed
Never to rise,
Circling around a thought
That keeps me paralyzed;

Here,
In the womby-tomby
Safety of my coverings
I begin to realize;

I don't want to remain unborn.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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