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Begotten

  • Writer: HARD
    HARD
  • Feb 12
  • 1 min read

Womanwanderer, I search for you

at the hallowed altar

          of your nebulous youth.

Sun-scorched skin

         holds black water memories

of paradise, precursor

to the infinite rapture of

a body inside a body.

Later, the quickening,

your scarred womb

testament to my parting.

Echoes of a girl

        barefoot on cardinal soil.      

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