March 14, 2019


 

I do not know love, but I know her. I know her breath, her tiny chest rising and falling beneath my hand. Her blue eyes, wild and deep.

I can not protect her, I know this. But I will teach her to survive.

She comes into the world against my will. I am not ready. I want...

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