Each of these
My three babies
I will carry with me
For myself
I ask no one else will be
Mother to these three
And of course
I'm like a wild horse
But there's no other way I could be
Water + feed
Are not tools that I need
For the thing that I've chosen to be

In my soul
My blood + my bones
I have wrapped your cold bodies around me
The face on you

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