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A child with hands clasped tightly,
Whispers a nighttime prayer, -
Dragged along, I am to many places,
by beauty disguised as a broken machine, -
True love is…
holding your child in your arms, -
Trapped by curious eyes,
the silhouette sways -
He sleeps, for now---
exhaustion from diligent watch -
My mind races
as I pluck imaginary petals,11 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 6 6:48 AM -
She catches sunshine without any effort,
her bare feet racing upon fresh cut grass -
The night was cool,
warmed only by the fire that crackled tranquility;
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