I will write you a song [Song Babies]
09-01-2013, 11:12 AM
the touches that surrounded her were still foreign, still different, and somewhat still fresh, but she didn't say anything, for while they were different they were perfectly comforting and she could do nothing but contort to the sides of those that pressed against her bodice. Perhaps, the months in the womb made her crave something close, perhaps it made her yearn for touch she didn't quite know how to process. Still, she wasn't at the age where she wanted to cry out for something, where her want for things was most prominent, and so, silence remained her vessel, plaguing her like the black.
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