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Jul 2018
She hums a few nursery rhymes
Tiny tenderΒ Β stomps
Swinging forward, swaying sideward
In her womb randomly, gracefully.

Little feet listen as her heart
Drum rolls the beat.
In tranquil nights, sudden kicks
Danced her to sleep.
One of the Tortured Poets
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