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Hi everyone, i write poetry in my spare time and this is hopefully a poem that will help and touch you. its called Nova Child

Baby hair grew around the melting temples
A dusting of fresh gold purity
Brand new
Nova child: born from the non-existent
Labour pains within white noise
A constant elation,this constellation-
Grease slipped off the surface of the child
Harmful rays were deflected by
Eyelashes, glitter soaked by the skin
And showing on the tongue
Weak as it sucked.

Nova child, soft, pliable
Tiny and yet the world
The one,the child was the one
Eclipsing all other importance
Glitter speck
A carbon copy of billions, but still thefirst
Tremble,wriggle, reflex
Wolves couldn't break through your plexiglass crib.

Wolves irrelevant, the nova child is
Lodging in a curl of memory
A translucent product of
Prematurity
The world wasn't ready for this perfection.
But how important,this
Baby hair fresh purity gold nova child