Challenge
Dancing on a precipice
Prose or poetry.
I was
almost
conscious
when I
birthed you -
ginger,
fiery,
devoid
of love
and hate.
Taking,
taken,
free from
the care
of change.
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I was
almost
conscious
when I
birthed you -
ginger,
fiery,
devoid
of love
and hate.
Taking,
taken,
free from
the care
of change.