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The night birds have grown quiet, dear. They listen to the cloudfall.
And your room is held aloft, passing through the dark.
But you'll know where you are, winds will come to glimpse a starface.
And your breath will whisper in sleepy dust, moontide impressions.
The shore is calm and every thought is safe and happy.
Ahead are only good times, your morning song awaits.
Your eyelids are caladiums, heavy with the dew.
And your bed is a warm nest filled with soft grass,
your favorite colored yarn and candy wrap.
Feel your breast, your bird-pulse slowing to a steady hum
as you fall into a rose-coloured dream of the womb.
And your room is held aloft, passing through the dark.
But you'll know where you are, winds will come to glimpse a starface.
And your breath will whisper in sleepy dust, moontide impressions.
The shore is calm and every thought is safe and happy.
Ahead are only good times, your morning song awaits.
Your eyelids are caladiums, heavy with the dew.
And your bed is a warm nest filled with soft grass,
your favorite colored yarn and candy wrap.
Feel your breast, your bird-pulse slowing to a steady hum
as you fall into a rose-coloured dream of the womb.
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Beautiful.
Those last two lines...gah! Just wonderful.
Those last two lines...gah! Just wonderful.