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Oct 2013
Your bones creak as he holds you
You hope he doesn't hear

He hears them softly whisper
And he exhales deeply "don't fear"

His bones are also weathered
Some of his tendons, torn

But do not be ashamed
Of your bones so old and worn

As he, just like I, have been there
so many times before.
e vera
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e vera  heaven
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