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A fetus grew in the world to live

A fetus doesn't know it lives to die slowly...

Quick to trot to a goal

Slirp up my soul

Drink my blood Mr. death;

before a bowl

let me leave the milk warm

(expiration date)

rotting as I'm told, let me meet death cold

with a strong mind & more, to understand I'm just another special fetus born to die slow

celebrate me,please don't cry for me when God takes my soul

-Poet