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Butterfly Kisses

Small, subtle, barely there, and ever so slight. 
Were the precious flutters I felt first tonight.
Faint waves of hello, I am here, feel my touch.
I knew then, darling, I adored you so much.
Ten fingers, ten toes, what colour are your eyes?
Will you sleep calm and sweet, or wake me with your cries?
Such questions left unanswered, our time tainted from the start.
My lost little one, you'll remain in my heart.

◄ Infatuation

Melancholy. ►

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Kayleigh Denton

Wed 3rd Jan 2018 12:52

Thank you, genuinely.

<Deleted User> (18118)

Wed 3rd Jan 2018 12:02

Sad one, beautifully expressed.

Hannah

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