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May 2017
This womb we create
Follows a pattern
Old as time
And human desire

Tarnish as we may
The fabric of existence remains
Stained but absolute
And the mark of beginning

Breathes on-
Jacqueline Skidmore
Written by
Jacqueline Skidmore
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