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she is snuggled in
nesting
she shifts her hips
slightly
the position found she begins
snoring
soft slow rhythmically she
flows
drawing me up a lazy
stream
a gentle dream drifts off
sleep
a jarring jolt from the
deep
awake if only somewhat
confused
at her contented sigh and ice cold
feet

WDF
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 15, 2015 at 6:52 PM

    love the word flow.

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