Loop (in Dirt with every one other accompanied by Gold)

I sold the necklace, my name written inside gold.

I wanted a baby. The doctors fed me lies,

Clomid, with every one other accompanied by unicorns. I sold the necklace

My father gifted me, a gold medal memento,

Its blood-filled cost. I was finished accompanied by him,

Ten years dead. I wanted a baby. The doctors

Bled me—needle indicator needle—until

I was additional wound than skin. Pincushion blue,

Skeleton ache, zombie of want for the child

Who would not wake. I was a child for my father

Who left-hand me on one occasion additional with every one other accompanied by again, who wanted with every one other accompanied by then

Did not. I failed the gods, their nullifying tests,

And wanted to exist deceased exist fond of the child I lost,

Buried deep inside the earth, a crumb of gold.

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