http://slow.writerscafe.org/kaity The original writings of author kait en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995407 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I watch in the door way as you sleep the night away I watch the rising of your little chest beneath the covers as you breathe in the life i gave youi brush your soft silky hair out of your face and admire the beauty displayed on your soft, round face. 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