Did this fill in the blanks in lit class
I wish I could remember
the first day, first hour , first
moment of you meeting me
The weather was like an empty womb
And I felt like an aborted foetus
If only I could recollect it! Such
A day of days. I let it decompose
It was like broken ribs to me
It seemed to mean scarifical pleasure to me
If only know I can recall that beautiful day
That first death
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