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Echoe
3/13/1998
Echoe, echoe.........
It's empty.
Hunger wades within my limbs.
The fruit in my womb is screaming.
So ripe.
Water me, feed me, set me free.
Can't stand it much longer, rescue me.
Echoe, echoe.........
It's empty.
Hunger wades within my limbs.
The fruit in my womb is screaming.
So ripe.
Water me, feed me, set me free.
Can't stand it much longer, rescue me.
Published 7th Feb 2017
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