Before light, the baby stirs under my skin. Love pulls me in, rubs his face in my hair, lays his arm across my bare-hill belly. The baby kicks, kicks me, kicks him: diode to diode to diode. Links in one early motion.
Before light, the baby stirs under my skin. Love pulls me in, rubs his face in my hair, lays his arm across my bare-hill belly. The baby kicks, kicks me, kicks him: diode to diode to diode. Links in one early motion.
Don't steal. It hurts my feelings.
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