http://slow.writerscafe.org/OilsandSyntax The original writings of author OilsandSyntax en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984153 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   Slightly sour,Your milky baby’s breathSmells sweeter in my arms.I close my eyesAnd try to inhale time,Freeze this momentWatch you sleep.Stare at you and wonder.Should my bosom’s milk sustain you till the morrow,May I smell this sweetly sour once again... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OilsandSyntax/372947/ short story. 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