Dear me: Dear little brain pockets,
tiny feelers lodged deeply in
forgotten crevices, tiny shivers of light.
Dear stronghold: Dear warm, dry
safeness, undulations of soft sounds,
breaths of cotton, swinging lilts of deep timbered
voices, lullabies. Mustard seed, staining
its yellow tongue on my bulky limbs.
Oiled, greased, worm from loving, my
favorite stuffed animal, a blanket, solitude
and oneness and gentle sheltering.
tiny feelers lodged deeply in
forgotten crevices, tiny shivers of light.
Dear stronghold: Dear warm, dry
safeness, undulations of soft sounds,
breaths of cotton, swinging lilts of deep timbered
voices, lullabies. Mustard seed, staining
its yellow tongue on my bulky limbs.
Oiled, greased, worm from loving, my
favorite stuffed animal, a blanket, solitude
and oneness and gentle sheltering.
dr.Artist
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