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Sep 2012
Your heart so fragile

Your eyes so delicate as morning wind

I woke to find you

Reading by candle light



The way you found me

It's as though we’ve been searching all our lives

And I know there was so much more to be given

But I left you alone that night



That was when I found myself someone better

All the promising I would never become my father

I wish I would’ve treated you better

So on my mantle I wouldn’t be displaying your letters
Christopher Smith
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