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Jun 2017
Dear Baby Of Mine,

I swear to God I would have loved you.

held you
fed you
cared for you

Why did you decide to take away
the sleepless nights
and cries.
Why did you take away
the wasted money
and baby wipes.
Why did you take away
the nagging voice,
and stripes
drawn across the wall.

I would have been angry when you did that.
But I would still love you!

You didn't come to life.
Yet I held you at night,
already
in love
but
You didn't come to life.

You died.
A small human.
You died.
barely old enough to hear.
You died.
With in me.
And nothing
could stop you.

Oh Baby Of Mine!

WHERE ARE YOU
WHERE ARE YOU
Where Are You
Where Are You
where are you
where are you
whereareyou
whereareyou

Oh Baby Of Mine
I swear to God I would have loved you.
Inspired by a dear aunt of mine who recently had a miscarriage.
To anyone who has experienced it, you're strong, I respect you.
Adelaide London
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Adelaide London  F/London, United Kingdom
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