This poem came about because of a very brief and weird dream involving camel nipples? Don't ask haha. Anyways, enjoy:
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I turned and watched the bosom sway,
heavy with fresh milk and irony.
The pregnant thing did betray
a bit of remorse
at her sorrowful state ---
I touched them gingerly.
The aureolas darkened,
growing large.
Lactation.
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