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Last night I dreamt soft limbs and satin skin, tiny, perfect fingernails.
Smelled warm milk and talcum powder, heard snuffling rootling whimpers, felt the tug on the nipple that contracts the womb.
Woke knowing it wasn't so, infants become adults, then strangers.
They leave taking your blood group, colour of eyes along with cautionary words and half-heard blessings.
Far away in the night, lovers embrace.
Dreaming of soft limbs and satin skin; tiny, perfect fingernails.
SHELAGH MIDDLEHURST
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