Still Born

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Eyes without vision:

     the reflection unbearable.

Life must take an intermission.

     My undoing, irreparable.

Conception - orgasms and smiles,

     he made a pastime of your flesh.

A problem so black and mild.

    Wisdom of all ages gets smoked to death.

Hellos smothered under undeveloped lips -

     I know this is certainly goodbye.

He saw life in your hips.

     It was only right his mistake must die.

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