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My gift was my presence, rather than presents... An echo of a simpler past When we talked of the line between sense and nonsense, Knowing the truth that neither could last. Tonight I delight in her updated present. I, shyly retiring, she wryly mature. Watching the dream that reality sent her; She's happy, and growing. Of that I am sure...
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
Presence
My gift was my presence, rather than presents... An echo of a simpler past When we talked of the line between sense and nonsense, Knowing the truth that neither could last. Tonight I delight in her updated present. I, shyly retiring, she wryly mature. Watching the dream that reality sent her; She's happy, and growing. Of that I am sure...
john-carter
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
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