back into the foetal curl
as another wave's dying
in supernatural amnioticy
she wakes to the seed as
if in bodily need swims
mates now where higher
and lower troughs wait
form's immaculate fate
'teehee' she giggles
'did we create me to
your loving? hold on don't
miss forever, now!'
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