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by Hugh Cook |
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Signing no consent form, I was crushed from the womb, Head monstrous, swollen, Born with pain amidst pain, Welcomed by tears. Birth, you may say, was an error. But I do not repent, and will not. I regret nothing. It is a victory that Out of the sludge of possibility, My lobster crawled at least this far. I am not vanquished yet. Limits are not defeat. |
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