why my baby does it;
i think she knows
a secret that
it's longer, on her side
does my baby,
know her necks
exposed,
when i move,
her hair aside.
and babies cheeks
i think she feels,
i'm so relieved
too seem them
spread apart.
how babies beating
pulse,
knows when to start
and stop, my heart.
then babies lips,
become again
tomorrows song.
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