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82 Time’s Pummelling Time’s pummelling On life on life on life on life, The needle has stuck. Then, time falls out of step, Leaving life to grow dense, In pools of corrupt waste. My nine-months’ mother’s womb, With no menstrual issuance, Blew up with slimy green black bracken, To grind me out at birth A deformed lump. The Unknown Source the unknown source a dark mystery my mother’s womb and uterus and all the way down and out this is my greatest insecurity for I could not have lived wishing mother were never born ...

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