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I met love in a field of flowers It sat alone in the sunlight. “Can I sit beside you?” I asked it. And it nodded its head. Its small hands folded softly in its lap. “Do you ever get tired?” I asked it. And I heard it exhale. “Can I sleep beside you?” I asked. And it nodded, Resting its head next to mine. “We’ll just close our eyes for a moment” I said, “Just long enough for the spinning to stop.”
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Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 1:39 PM UTC
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I met love in a field of flowers It sat alone in the sunlight. “Can I sit beside you?” I asked it. And it nodded its head. Its small hands folded softly in its lap. “Do you ever get tired?” I asked it. And I heard it exhale. “Can I sleep beside you?” I asked. And it nodded, Resting its head next to mine. “We’ll just close our eyes for a moment” I said, “Just long enough for the spinning to stop.”
A-Series-of-Misfortunes
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Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 1:39 PM UTC
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