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Twomb

Twomb

Mother's womb
My pre-birth tomb
In my baby corpse
Desires were doped

With the swaddling strips
I have to take leaps
Everywhere chains
My being cripples and weeps

Strangled hair I can't comb
Tired I lie in the tomb
I experience no selfish kiss
Desire less I find eternal peace

My lovely tomb
An after-death womb cozy
My grown –up corpse
Sleeps like a baby …..