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Aug 2020
I am her eyes
I am his nose
I am her losing things
(She’ll never know)

I have his shades of brown
I have her chin
I have his serious
And both of their grin

Artist, writer, father, mother
Dreams in words, dreams in color
Clung together
Years another
Handed to an eldest daughter.
Written by
Rachael
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