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Under this skin in my womb in my veins in the depths of my eyes I am with you you won't come out even with tweezers you won't come out even with a scalpel from my heart. I've become a double-yolked egg, orange: under the shell clinging to you clinging to me and to each other suspended in the soft space of the white, you roll over my body - up down up down - the wave of your beating sets my heart beating the music of your spheres sings its highest moments in me - and my life does not go out is not alone - wrapped in the veil of my tears I carried you I did not break in the birthing. Hidden in the lump in my throat I carried you I did not break in the marketplace under the shell in the clear space of the white without darkness, without loneliness under the shell: the flight of the future ...