From warmth and safety... Love

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28/5/16

I lay on a bed of green velvet.

Deep and luxurious 

I sink into the pile

and drift...

 

My toes tingle,

warm.

My only movement is 

breathing. 

 

My heart beats and

the corners of my mouth twitch 

as I find my light and magic 

and alakazam! I create.

 

Enveloped in my richness

I sprout and spout words,

worlds. 

Beauty and pain. 

 

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