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the night - a mothers son
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the night - a mothers son |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
His mother use to touch his head until his eyes would slowly ease into the white sheets of his twin size bed She had a small necklace diamond stud that seemed to hang in the air for so long it crossed the bridge of time onto the small, rose cheeks of her sons face It was the nights unwritten silence that brought them together windows faced outward trees shadowed the outer hills for shelter Their time a small beige room his fingers calmly in tune on every word she spoke each breathe slower than the next until he fell asleep With her hands cradling his chest. |
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