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In the womb where it was blood black, But now I'm out here, Things start to become clear, Some mothers take their child, From the womb, where we smiled, Where we were snuggled and warm, As yet unborn, But something is wrong, We're moved from where we belonged, There's no longer a child asleep, Just a mother, who gently weeps, She let her child be taken through murder, Before they got the chance to take their life further Dear God, I'm sorry, my baby's gone, I feel I did something wrong, I'm empty, uneducated in what I did, Please God, please forgive. Bryony Oldfield (bryonyoldfield@yahoo.com)
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