Stilled
Cold stone held in the palm of love-infused warmth Touch-transmitted gaze - current of sunbasking attention. Little beating heart cradled, breaking stony confines - Wriggling embryo of selfhood transforming - warmed by the sun slips falls loses touch submerges sinks to icy bed of cool water. Still.
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