Little One

little baby daughter

swimming in the waters

of a dirty womb

gotta get out

gotta be free

but this life

was never meant to be

sometimes

things go wrong

it’s just how it is

innocence succumbed

like footprints in snow

one tiny

step at a time

little baby daughter

let me hold your hand

if only for a while

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