A poem.

I wish to swallow you whole. Holding you safe and warm in my belly.

We’d then be largely as one. 

You’d travel with me always, but sadly- your hand could never rest on my knee. 

Oh how I loved that.

What a conundrum of years: as bubbles become tears.

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