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Poem By Alda Merini.
The proudest thing
is the night
when the last fears drop
and soul
tumbles in undertaking.
He hushes in your womb
like reabsorbed by blood
that is finally coloured of God.
And you beg
he will hush forever
to not sense him
like a flush, settled
pending from the wall.
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