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Apr 2017
Willing you into being
With every nerve and sinew;
Watching as you took shape
I felt you within me,
Holding on to ragged breaths
As you were torn from me
Seeing you now:
Lying there - unclaimed; writhing in pain
Letting go is not a choice.
Written by
deepti girotra
393
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