The first is always the best
The ones that follow are futile attempts
To duplicate the initial
The first is like a home
Home-home
Your mother’s womb
You’re sloshing around
You don’t even have a name yet
You don’t need one
You’ve got shelter, food,
Everything
And you don’t even have to pay
The bills.
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