Toddling Hours
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Driving home in the toddling hours of this morning
my journey cornered the liquid calm of my bed
I drifted to the depth where dreams
circle opaquely above
A slumbered wash bought you to my touch
I swam to your sanctum
Wombed
In the purest reality of this life
Linked
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Words
Toddling Hours ❚❚
Sounds