little limbs
soft breath sharp knees but it’s the arm, the little arm, wrapped around my neck holding my hair in her fist that gets me her leg over mine as if trying to fold the two of us together but we fit like a puzzle because she is made from me and she has my hair, my freckles, my heart I pull her close rest my cheek on her head and tell her I love her even though she can’t hear me over her dreams and I wish this was enough for both of us Always
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Celerah HewesJust your ordinary introvert exploring and writing about some of the things I love: travel, music, and being human. Categories
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