CocoonA Poem by HarleyQuinn Bruce
I'm sorry my friend,
You poor cocoon, It was late at night I picked you too soon You clenched to the flower And prayed to evolve Such an act of destruction and it will never resolve I'm sorry my friend, the many in so few now just a lifeless embryo In a world you never knew Farewell my son, I never intended to have or to give away I never knew you at all and we have no connection but I can still feel your pain
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Added on August 8, 2014 Last Updated on August 8, 2014 Tags: Nature, abortion, death, destruction, depression Author
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