time's monologue - it's almost . . . (chapter 2) by Adrienne Dawes
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time
chapter 2:
it's almost . . .
it's almost . . .
chapter 2
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updated Jul 31, 2007
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Oh why?
Oh time ticking by - -
Oh buried pulse
Oh swollen lullaby
Dearest baby blue
each mutter of the hour
a tender chime
I sing to you son
Oh why.
There is only one thing I want. A cashmere scarf, pastel pink. Like a cold cheek waiting for a tender lipped kiss. Box F. Page 390. And. Pearl earrings, fingertips trace my ear lobe, then curl around a strand of hair, and a whisper, “Beautiful.”
For baby blue? A sterling silver spoon, with his initials engraved.
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Oh time ticking by - -
Oh buried pulse
Oh swollen lullaby
Dearest baby blue
each mutter of the hour
a tender chime
I sing to you son
Oh why.
There is only one thing I want. A cashmere scarf, pastel pink. Like a cold cheek waiting for a tender lipped kiss. Box F. Page 390. And. Pearl earrings, fingertips trace my ear lobe, then curl around a strand of hair, and a whisper, “Beautiful.”
For baby blue? A sterling silver spoon, with his initials engraved.
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