Curse this comfort zone
for wielding its scalpel,
piercing fear
from the lullaby net
of her safety.
Tranced in
this rocking bassinet
world,
we remain your
petrified relic,
our chambers
unfurled.
Curse this comfort zone
for wielding its scalpel,
piercing fear
from the lullaby net
of her safety.
Tranced in
this rocking bassinet
world,
we remain your
petrified relic,
our chambers
unfurled.
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