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Sweet, baby's

Breath,

Untainted,

And so pure.

A satin soft

Scent, that sounds

Sweetly

Reminiscent of

How then

Thoughts

Tumbled

Freely

Into the others.

Passively rummaging

Through my old

Collection of Sighs

For all the

Mutely, flickering

Instances in which

I

Catered

Poorly

to the

In between.

As much as I would

Like,

There's no

Teleporting

Through

Life,

There's no

Jumping

From this level

To that.

Instead,

I curl coyly

About,

In the

Slowly sweetening

Nuances

Of

Time

And sleep

Soundly

in

What's to

Come.

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