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2d
We count our blessings,
We love them so.

We leave at luncheon,
Linen and all.

Cradles have done rocked,
They have fallen.

The comfort of cloth and swaddle,
Is to be embroidered onto edges,
Yet to be unfolded.

In another pitch,
In some place between you,
and me and thee.
#femine #energy #creative
Bree
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Bree  42/Cisgender Female/Los Angeles
(42/Cisgender Female/Los Angeles)   
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   Jason Michie
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