Two sets of feet
Two sets of feet I'll never meet
Two sets of feet at the hospital I should have been able to greet.
Two sets of feet I'll always wish to tickle
Two sets of feet I'd love to have kicking me in the back in bed.
Two sets of feet that should be running around, pitter pattering against the floor
I'll forever miss you, long for you, hope that wherever you are you are happy those two little sets of feet.
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Worldsunseen
I am an writer, I run a semi daily blog to post my ramblings. I enjoy stories that make people feel something. Humor, heartbreak, horror, or joy. Honestly, I do this as a way to stave off the problems of my daily life, like others
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