Starry eyes are a-peeping.
Go to bed, sweetling.
Mornings mourn the Night.
Night does not mourn. She's singing.
Only nostalgia.
Bastards brewing beer
Inside my messy kitchen.
Sigh. These are my friends.
Colts nuzzle mothers;
The warm night craving closeness;
Lovers legs linger.
Babies burbleing
Bubbles blessedly. I love.
I love more than words.
Unctuous unctions.
Mother says: take your medicine.
Spat it down the sink.
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