The Unborn Son
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Take my hand
I will never touch another living soul
And won't leave you hanging on the edge
Kiss my lips
For they are dry as the desert
Anticipating the rain
Don't cry for me
I have already perished in a flood of emotions
That yr tears have created
And nothing has made me succumbed
To madness but yr whining
For our unborn son
That you didn't want in the first place
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