They heave, breath, sweat
Than sigh with pleasure
I race against my brothers
I swim, duck and dive
Get stuck, tangled and tired
Look up there is still a chance
I cut loose and swim straight
Into the bubble
We dance as we fuse
We tangle and intertwine
They shout and scream
Kicked across the stomach
My head splits
As my bubble is clutched
3 weeks I had
3 weeks it comes
I duck and dive
Too soon I scream
Not yet I cry
Out he says
You were never planned
He spits.
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