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We are born in a great gush
Of water and blood,
Fluids our mother provided us.
We float in the
Salty brine of the womb,
Gliding in the unknown
Darkened depths.
Crawling through soothing liquid life
Imagining reality in dreams of
Ancient seas.
Bathing silently until
The moment of emergence
Becoming creatures of
Air and earth
Crying out in fear and longing.
Never returning to our
Prenatal saline existence
Preserving only our
Silent, salty, dreams.
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