Brush the stray hairs out my face when I'm lost in a book
Or sleeping
Wrap a blanket around me
And buckle my seatbelt
To fold me back into the womb
Where time is suspended un fluid
Is the fluid
that embalms me
Kiss my forehead
Tell me not to Worry my pretty little head
Cause every little thing is gonna be alright
There's nothing your briefcase and biceps cannot solve
So I can be clueless and careless
But charmingly, childishly
Culplessly
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