ninth-month-midnight

In pain for nine months
I feel it is a
gestation of a
new life to come?

It can only be a
new body containing
a new me for
that is what is.

Tell me no secrets
now, I have
had enough of
glowering and badlands

I want good
people and
good hands oh
let me meet them soon.
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