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Aug 2015
My paradise...
Little perfection.
Work of art --
My reflection.
The dream,
The image,
The thought...
Gone.
I grimace.

He was taken away from me
Before I even had a chance to hold him.
Behind the tears that are shed today
Is a young girl that thought she could be a woman.
Whitney Jade
Written by
Whitney Jade  Texas
(Texas)   
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