Born

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I swallow a fraction of stolen light.

desperate for courage, too lost to find my way.

marked by time, I shed the winter weeds

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hard, from the flower bed, I am

born. the wicked tempest,

my mother, licks the nectar from my lips.

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I force myself upward. pieces

of childhood still stuck, to my

pollen kissed undertoes.

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new air burns down my throat,

reaching for the sun, begging to be filled.

mouth wide. let me be plucked.

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dew slips past me, reveling flesh,

and fingers, and tastes. only to watch,

as the light burns a new hole in my flesh.

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vibrant colors peel forth around me,

letting loose a surge of unattainable shapes.

and pink, the wicked color, losses it's grip.

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I am quickly softened,

by hands more sinful then my own.

and I am born. baby, I am born.