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You

Sea you

Bee you

Noone can love you better than you do. 
 

True

 To look so pretty

The way that you are

I know you are nice

 I'll bet you are smart 

Your voice is soft and pretty

And you sound so giggly true

And when I grow up I'll be just like you

When I hear you laughing

 And then you come around

 I want you to laugh again

So I can hear the sound.

Final Touch

The blunt force of touch

Broken limbs and such

Softness bleeding still

From violent human appeal.

I open my eyes

All is quiet and still

No one even notices

That I'm still here.

Waving my arms

They no longer feel torn

My cries went un-heard

As my eyes filled with tears.

As I watched I felt loved

Then I floated away

No more pain or sorrow

After this final day.

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Little girl nine

What's on your mind

Looks of neglect

Sorrow and grime.

Have you no mother

Or one who cares

I know who I'll call

My husband is sheriff.

Many years later

We pack all your things

Your going away to college

And you're only sixteen.