He doesn't speak, the newborn Why his entire being shouts out, Don't touch me Don't touch me And yet at the same time, imploringly, begging, Don't leave me Don't leave me This is birth. This is the torture, the Calvary.
He doesn't speak, the newborn Why his entire being shouts out, Don't touch me Don't touch me And yet at the same time, imploringly, begging, Don't leave me Don't leave me This is birth. This is the torture, the Calvary.
These feet which kick furiously, legs which bend in to protect a tender stomach. This flesh which is but a mass of spasms, starts and shakes.
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