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The unborn

The doubt of strange invaders grow inside and inbetween.
to stop and wonder
has the time been right?

But now as female thought clouds all science, A premonition into my insides.
a tiny arm reach out to grab me?
a cell inside a cell insde a cell..
if only.

while images so small yet mighty haunt my strength.
and i think of my luck, not to be inside.

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