Tuck by me wombingly
Little one feverish lost in your
Sleep. Let the hump of my heart
And the whoosh of my
Blood and the weight of my arm
Hold you nothingly easily warm.
Slumber insightlessly weightlessly
Burrow my ribhaven inhale me
Whispylock fleshbundle know
My soft armor surrounding you
Grounding you closely completely
The meat of me there.
Sail with me tightly through this
Our just conscious conjoining in time
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