Sleeping Babeby Cynthia Proctorlavender fingers veil navy skies heaven's music sighs to my heart and I feel your touch so close sleeping as a babe held within my essence clouds unbearably gray cotton my throat and I utter not a sound my air swallowed by softness all I see all I feel held by the hand of this sleeping babe in the fiery moon of my heart |
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