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#prenatal
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 5:32 PM UTC
Elemental Parental Health
built on wishes like snowy roads and clementines never fully sinking in or forming into the endless avenues of adventure and taking things way too far then suddenly BOOM here you are b i r t h is imminent d r e a m s are real i m p o s s i b l e is done you are here with me f o r e v e r
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
Ishtar
heated blanket wonderland bath bomb heaven fruits and veggies all the time go to sleep at seven vitamins on the counter decaf in the cabinet yoga mat across the floor gotta start new habits research by day snoring all night gotta get this figured out before you are in sight!
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 6:04 PM UTC
yoga mats & decaf
i skipped days 1 and 2 to be with me and you also, i was in shock knock knock knock who could it be? a little bit of him and a little bit of me!
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 5:54 PM UTC
day 3 / blessing
A rising tide that never crashes... A sandstorm that never lasted -- Subsiding in our hearts; Entwining like a work of art! You're here now... That's all that matters -- The earth will turn; And it will shatter! ~ A piece of me... Now a piece of you -- Is this a dream; Or a dream come true? Brought to Earth... In all its hue -- To change the world; To light anew!
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
Ours
as life creeps in like flowers mid-winter; you wonder how you walked this far alone when noise grows silent like nothing else matters; before or after is all quite unknown
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
no more wine