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Daughter

In the darkness, watching you sleep, hearing you snore
I am all yours,
my milk is your milk,
my blood was your blood,
my years are your years.
In the splendor of this quietness,
oh, how I'd stop time.
ImperfectedStone
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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