we met in the  

       after

minutes  passed  until              

       first-cry    



in a morning already auctioning

       lungs

       you were eyes    quiet



I held you        with my breath

my milk           would not let



like a sentence            death came young                               

       for you



my seed 

       you turned defiant

       sprouted towards sun



for a life

       splendid     and full

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