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The woman took several steps back into her mother's womb.Grey muck and sticky matterTrapped her in the underground sewer of a victim of war.The placenta was filled with a demand,For a three year old girl's desire, of the return of her dead father.Nazi or not, this embryonic vigilanteWould never know and never ask.Negotiating an exit from a mazeOf cobwebs and concrete tar pitsWould be hard, but she knew outside