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Stillborn/Reborn
All lost loves fall away
Like fetal drops from the heart
Gathering on the floor
Like an impotent puddle
We remember them
Our dear little ones
Stillborn pieces of our past
Tenderly, like a young mother
We gather them
These cold babies
With the arms of our souls
Maybe they are like seeds
That can be replanted
Reharvested in our wombs
Maybe, like the barren woman
We believe, always believe, always believe
That there is still life there
Waiting to be reborn
This is the heartbeat of hope.
