Overture

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I will fallow, fallow.
I’ll be soil for you to grow,
burrowing in with force.
Make me your source.

I will form, form.
I’ll be your home, warm
and safe, a gestator.
Make me your creator.

I will enfold, enfold.
I’ll give the world
for you to discover.
Make me your mother.

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graelfae writes

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