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Apr 2018
Little baby sleeping on the roof, sometimes on the branch.
Gently weeping, sometimes leading to slumber.
Small body shaking, curled against a biting wind.
Eyes swollen from crying. 
Needs a hand to hold her, lips to kiss her;
she needs to feel it from you.
Rejected from the warm womb, from the strong arms to be held in.
(She needs to feel it from you.)
i wish you'd come home today; i wish my they really loved and knew me! i wish i had parents (but you're enough for me)!
acacia
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acacia  F/orbis
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