i, too, passed
that gate to here,
they say i cried
when i first saw
light, they say
i was too restless,
until i received
the first nipple,
i have been there,
you have been
there too,
we cannot recall
it somehow, and
we do not really
know why, what
we know was
they had pleasure,
at the higher level,
they had love.
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