It is a little bit like a birth.

But one where they’ll take one child out

To put his brother in.

Under my breast, it sits,

Gently growing into my skin.

Recording. Knowing me.

What will you be, I wonder.

And what will we go through together?

We are we, now.

And I see how you can save me,

I say to it.

I know that you could kill me, too.

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