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Return
I climbed from the womb
Of a Goddess
Into the world of blue,
With a penchant for rhyme
And the female divine
And a longing to search
For you,
I nursed at the breast
Of a Goddess
Then into the world of blue,
As strange as it sounds
We go round and round
In that drive to return
To the womb.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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