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The house trembles with my breath,
signing off the head. Parading
through those tiny squared
windows. My mother loves a strange
man. He feeds on her breath,
sleeps on her thighs. She patiently
tightens the legs when he asks
for it, and quickly broadens her
heart to hold him close!

I think of the man like a lie.
Often told loudly & winning over the
truth. An eternal one honestly.
She conceives a child every night.
A few smaller than me. Others
taller and bigger than how
I see myself today. My pockets
look like they are full of secrets.
Those which I get to know.
Those which I dare to love.

To know some secrets is a curse.
To witness some is a boon.
I am alive consuming both of them.
Just like how I talk to the man
who loves my mother!
I slowly learn from her the
courage to fall in love, like the
plants I get to nourish.
They dry the rain on their leaves
to let a firefly fight the night.
She wears the man, like an innerwear.
The one that adheres to her desire
of seeing him father her child.

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