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I Remain, the Unbornby Sunita Fernandessilent, within my Self, contemplating with quiet sense, the inner being. floating, upturned, soft palms fisted. enveloped by sounds of the comfortable pulse. the past life's cadence? outside my opaque world, the womb; connected through fleshy umbilical cord, waiting to be born. |
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