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Apr 2019
An empty sac of
Genetic slush
That turned to mush
Inside of you

Never was
Never became
Why?
Because

Conceived
Without a name

A blip
You gave the slip

After I implanted
You flushed me out
No second chances

You mourn me -
In your sleep
In your dreams

I mourn me too
What I could have been
If I Grew
sandra wyllie
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