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Come here, my
child. Everyone else has turned their back on you. Not I. I refuse to leave. I'll be here soaking up your every tear. I know of you wonders. I have heard your every secret. Rest, my child. I will take the weight from the crosses you bear. My relaxing, circadian waves teleport you Relieve you. Baffle you. I long for your presence daily. But you ignore me for sixteen hour straight. Of course I don't mind. Why would I? I love to listen to you. Even if it's the sound of your deep breaths. Let go, my child. I do not judge. Your stabbed back will heal while I support. I don't care if I'm scarlet too. Or wet. Or warm. I only care for you. Just use my flip side. Drink me in. For I will nourish you. So come here, my child. Everyone else has. |
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