There's a place called the Mother's Womb. It nurtures a seed till it's swept away. Don't look twice inside this digged grave, so much echos of the cosmos' rage. A fruit rotting in the all-giving tree landed in dirt and made it a gift. Don't be fooled or you'll lose the vein. There's no tale about the unborn babe.
Unborn.
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