In womb; to be pushed out so quick,
Heavy breaths and cries escape in hopeless pain,
We're the valor of a new life being welcomed,
Like the duty of a soldier–
protecting its village.
—NOTVANTE
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C.PULLO {IV}✔️
PoesíaIn which I write of what could be pasts, presents, and futures; ©️NOTVANTE
