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Jul 2013
He knew i was sad.
He could see and feel my pain -
A true blood.
Never felt before, connected,
In us, is that wrong.
His arms held my body,
And although i was more,
More of age. I felt safe.
Happy to have him,
My brother. My blood
Mary Elizabeth Kavanagh
Written by
Mary Elizabeth Kavanagh  London
(London)   
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