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a new way of looking at... writings >> matthew french >> tyler |
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tyler laying stretched out, laying under the blessed window, the rays of light shining though, land gently upon his body, a shroud, a covering, his caul, enveloping him, and protecting him, from the horrors of reality, laying there content in the warmth of the sun, desiring nothing, a child's lack of want, desire, in the moment of time, no thought of his first kiss, love yet to come, innocence, pure, my child could of been tyler lying under the blessed window, warmed by the sun... |