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[Snypiuer]

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I hear her.

In the darkest depths of night.

Her whispers echo through my dreams.

Like a lovers caress.

Or the soft, milky breath of a slumbering newborn.

 

I feel her.

Her yearning.

I can feel her reaching out to me.

Grasping.

Seeking to pull me close.

To clutch me tightly against her bosom.

Like an over protective mother.

 

I know.

She would accept me.

If I were to go to her.

She would welcome me with open arms.

And I could let go my burdens.

Rest my head upon her shoulder.

Shed tears of joy and sorrow.

With no shame nor guilt.

She would embrace me.

Brush her gentle fingers through my hair.

 

And lovingly whisper.

"Now, now. All will be well. You are home."

 

 

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Snypiuer

Bard of Terra

Demi-God of Suicide Squirrel Squadrons