Due date unknown

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I have poems tucked in my ribcage, like babies tucked into wombs.
I have so many things that I want to say, lines unspoken.
But like babies you should never force them into the world until they're ready.

Until their developed,
Comfortable,
Ready to face everything outside the safety of my body.

So far now, I'll let them grow in my heart.
Stretch their syllables,
Lines kicking every now and then.

and when they're ready I'll deliver them here to you.


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