nothing today.
goodbye, my sweet.
love you,
xo
~ Post Script ~
Dancing in the warm womb of your mothers chateau,
Tenderly, she whispers sonnets, and hymns, and quips.
For You are the divinity in which never have I been annexed.
It is you of whom I have enveloped my deep love and nexus,
Years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds I have prepared.
All, just for you.
And, you're here. With me. Soon to be, with Us.
(daily pregnancy tea with nothing in it today. pure and simple.)
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