Parental Figure
I was entrenched in warm ness and darkness
It was nice
Then suddenly a pestering light shone
And I opened my little eyes
Your dark brown eyes stared me down
And I was yours
My protector, my caretaker
The world was cold and unforgiving
But one look at you and the world becomes
A sweet maze of wonder
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