a SPARK
- life.
liquid eyes murmur,
folding hands
envelop my finger.
raw fresh skin,
never letting go.
these tiny hands
these innocent,
tiny hands
keeping me here.
anchored.
hush. sleep.
do not let go of my hand.
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