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a big hole,
in the clouds
that covers the sky
that lays on top of me.
A gaping hole,
like an open mouth,
like a vulva,
ready to devour me,
to suck me back
into the very womb
that gave me birth.
A mother that misses me,
longs for me,
to return
back
in time
to the beginning,
to
nothingness. Oh
Mother,
yearn no more. I am on my way. I am halfway there. Can’t
you see
my head
sticking
above
the clouds?
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