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My Unborn Child

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You left my body

before you were born.

My freezing body

floated toward the light,

only to be returned

to life by grace

and a prayer.

 

I was glad to

be alive but bewailed

my unborn child.

 

My child, did you

leave me because

of my sins?

To leave my sordid

life ...

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