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It is in your presence that I breathe
It is in your lap that I grow.
For eons together you held that form.
How much did you long to have another one?
And, now with me, comes true your wish to be, to breathe, to grow, to merge back into you and, to resurrect.
What, other than you, am I?
What can I ever be?
Where are you, if not in me?