Every day now, i can see my rising belly.
Photos are taken, to keep track of these days.
Days are counted, symptoms documented, money spent.
But the feeling, the feeling of such sensation, that I hold you in here,
you, confined in me, neither of us had a choice really,
how amazzing, i praise you, i praise miracles, I praise there is a god, after all.
I never wanted it to end.
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