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Mar 2019
You handpicked the name
Of our son
A beautiful one
A conception that never occurred
No apologies not even a word
But that name
Was the sweetest
I had ever heard

I grieve for our son
Even though he was
Just an idea
I grieve for our son
As if he were really here
Written by
Gray Ndiaye  28/Non-binary/West Coast
(28/Non-binary/West Coast)   
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