I'm crying in my crib and I reach to feel your warmth that radiates the most when I need it.
Mom Come pick me up.

The Beauty that is you, is confabulated by existence to provide for me
I'm hungry you feed me your soul
Out of your frail body and you push every bit of yourself into strengthening me.
And I look up at you and realize your scared, life touched you and has forgotten how delicate you are. I see your scared ,you cry.
And I say "don't worry I'll pick you up"


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