I have a young one
and an old one
they are four and nine
respectively
one night, the young one
expressed her love for me
with her hands
the first was for her mother
her arms stretched obtusely,
for me, they were acute
she was honest
I cried.
the older one
brought me water
We went to sleep.
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 1:54 AM UTC
I have a young one
and an old one
they are four and nine
respectively
one night, the young one
expressed her love for me
with her hands
the first was for her mother
her arms stretched obtusely,
for me, they were acute
she was honest
I cried.
the older one
brought me water
We went to sleep.
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