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     My new life hurts like growing childs' legs

     Heart is wounded like a s h attered seg

     Meant for another, only I stood in their path

    Elated for them until their pain did hath

    Me crawling on the ground, a babe, an aged womyn

     Crossed with blood and dirty semen,

     I will force myself to heal so my sons stand strong as flowering steel

     Their progeny shall be their children and their winding wheel

      That makes their manhood golden, their spirits reel.