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Sep 2014
Here
Here is where you sat
Right upon my lap

I remember those days
When I would curl my arms around you
and you would look up and smile

I remember those days when you mumbled
"I believe in you."
And you would hold my hand

Your tiny little fingers would curl around my pinky
I would feed you hope
love

I would show you determination
commitment

And then I was deceived
I could no longer believe

You were my reason to live
But I let you go

You were my dreams
No, you were not a baby
You were a dream

Of hope
of faith
and of love.
Just saving this one for a subject to make later
Elizabeth Deimel-Locke
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Elizabeth Deimel-Locke  23/F/New Mexico, USA
(23/F/New Mexico, USA)   
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