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What do infants dream of? Do they dream of wombs? Places dark and comfortable and perfect beyond comparison. Sedating heartbeat above regular and comforting like a vascular clock. Always keeping time; always breathing life. Do they dream of mothers ******* Soft pillows of nurturing flesh. The source of life on their planet. Flowing ivory elixir, from soft rose ******* Do they dream of us? Of grotesk giants that pinch cheeks and speak in meaningless howls. Smiling oversized faces that clean the **** that builds below where that sweet tube once provided life. Gnawing white stumps eating indigestible hunks of flesh, or plants. Do they understand love? Can they dream of pure emotion? Without the words and representations of it interfering? I wish to be like this. I wish to be swaddled, to have dreams about nothing, and real. Dreams as pure and amazed as a teary eyed infant.
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Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
Infant Dreams
What do infants dream of? Do they dream of wombs? Places dark and comfortable and perfect beyond comparison. Sedating heartbeat above regular and comforting like a vascular clock. Always keeping time; always breathing life. Do they dream of mothers ******* Soft pillows of nurturing flesh. The source of life on their planet. Flowing ivory elixir, from soft rose ******* Do they dream of us? Of grotesk giants that pinch cheeks and speak in meaningless howls. Smiling oversized faces that clean the **** that builds below where that sweet tube once provided life. Gnawing white stumps eating indigestible hunks of flesh, or plants. Do they understand love? Can they dream of pure emotion? Without the words and representations of it interfering? I wish to be like this. I wish to be swaddled, to have dreams about nothing, and real. Dreams as pure and amazed as a teary eyed infant.
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Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
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