sweet milk
it drinks from
the fountain
that is your breast
you hold it tight
so that it cannot fall
close to your skin
your first born
your ophan child
it's precious body
to begin
life and death
so beautiful
to behold
it now has a life
that you have given
it it's worthiness
it is alive
because you have
given it it's existence
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