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Once she was a mystery of life. |
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Now she is skyping with her friend |
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They are both childless. |
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It rings a hollow tone: childless. |
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No longer a mystery of life. |
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Just less. She found stretch mark cream in an Airbnb bathroom. |
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It was just cream. Rubbing it on her belly, she felt nothing |
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I was just an accident |
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I was just an accident |
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I was just an accident, even to myself |
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She is curious about crying *******. |
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To her friend she finds herself saying: |
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I wonder how I have managed to avoid conceiving, |
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You know, by accident. |
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So many years. So little fruit. |
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You know, maybe I would have just kept it. |
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"Probably I can't even do it", she says |
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She eats dried figs from a container |
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I was an accident |
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I was just an accident |
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Once I was an accident, and a mystery of life |
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Once I made people believe in miracles, or God, or love |
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I was the hour of the star, I was the hour of the star |
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I moved like a jellyfish |
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I smelled of nothing |
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She was told she was the closest her mother came to magic. |
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She is made for other things. |
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Born for cubist yearnings. Born to write. Born to burn |
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She is an accident (She is an accident) |
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She is an accident (Flesh in dissent) |
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She is an accident |
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A curious androgyne |
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She is an accident (She is an accident) |
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Flesh in dissent |
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Flesh in dissent |
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