Childless Womb. A Prayer to Andrew... A tender heart beats through her veins. Tiny arms stretch for a indifferent soul She weeps in woven winters. In her arms, she cradles her last intentions...fallen blind crushed velvet... Lost linen. a soft fleece blanket, empty...cold crib untouched joy. Untouched Love. 1-18-97
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