we're gonna say this is the right place for this poem, as it reflects a wish of mine. which qualifies, right?
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Scent of talcumn
gentle floats
through the air.
Collar of a seersucker shirt
and saltywarmyoung tears
falling from round blues eyes
to melt away soft cotton.
Red lips-wax
Brown stuble-light beard
pressed against a cheek
and fear drifts away.
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