He loves his Mother.
Every morning he greets Her with the most humble bow.
Every night he kisses Her with affection before sleep.
He dreams about Her,
he bathes Her,
he worships Her.
The longing for embrace intensifies,
wanting and hurting to be in the womb once more,
he cuts Her,
he drinks Her,
he turns Her.
Every morning he greets Her with the most humble bow.
Every night he kisses Her with affection before sleep.
He dreams about Her,
he bathes Her,
he worships Her.
The longing for embrace intensifies,
wanting and hurting to be in the womb once more,
he cuts Her,
he drinks Her,
he turns Her.
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