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Conceived

Unborn

I recoiled deep in my mind, in the memory of my birth, back into my mother’s womb, i went back, back to when I could only show love, with my eyes, holding a myriad of stars, a fragile being posited perfectly in the muscles of her mama’s belly, undemanding of attention, just kicking and breathing, without need nor want, conceived from the image of God, this perfect human being not yet filled to the brim with the world’s sin, i went back to that old fragile place of love that had me, all of my entire being without wanting to purge me.

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