Inside, Remembering drowning wet, Floating in space, Floating faith on wet promises. It's better here now, The pain has gone, Inside. But where am I floating? No longer wet, I can feel, "Pick up my bed": Find my feet, And walk, Here in the, For always dark, Womb.
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