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Aug 2019
Closer.
Slowly.
Crawling upwards.

I was still, I know not to startle skittish creatures.
I stayed, patient, I waited
For you to test the waters, assess the dangers.
I was still.

Closer still.
Climbing.
Gravitating.

I held my heart out for you to nudge your nose against,
I left my palm open for you to lap at,
I turned myself towards you and let you decide who I could be.
I stayed.

Cradled.
Covered.
Comfort.

I was still;
I know not to wake sleeping creatures.
Written by
seraph  19/F
(19/F)   
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   bekka walker
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