A torrent of words
in a low guttural sound.
Limbs flailing in air,
trying to find an escape.
Hands grabbing, searching,
than finding the warmest
of flesh.
Tears welling up, than
streaming down strawberry
colored cheeks.
The brownest of hair tussled,
from what is now to be seen,
as a small child's body.
Limbs still flailing in air.
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