The dark makes us anxious.
We're recovering from our fear.
The soothing murmur of my breathing
As I coo myself to sleep.
The gentle tossing of your body
A reminder that you're near.
It's okay to be afraid.
I'll be your nightlight.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
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