Lone mother
In a womb
Tied to pieces
Lone father
Blinking blind
Touching fine
Locks of golden
Skillet blues
Slapped on
Your face of
Many mines...
Pancake womb
Tied to many pieces
Slapped on
Many mines
of bulging
Can take womb
Shake up wide eyes
Watching deeply
Wide eyes
Wanting deeply
Wide eyes
Caught in question
Wide eyes... reaching in.
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