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May 14
when i opened my eyes,
there was light.
then there was you.
you were my god.
coaxed in your blood,
i let out a strangled cry.
for oh, how beautiful you were
Mother.
your delicate hands lifted me,
the cells you used to create me,
ascending me into the sky.
there was no God, no Father, or Son.
oh, how beautiful you were
Mother.
janie lay
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