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#* A woman, she is Runs her own boutique Arts and artefacts She sources from the farthest and deepest parts of the country Lost in the urban lands Antique Precious eyes She has a penchant for the lost treasures Restores and redecorates In her boutique A life Dedicated to her only son Young, at nine Detected with the dreaded ‘C’ He lived his life With all the love Showered by his doting parents A young boy, with a talent for paper craft Made unusually beautiful flowers and quilled earrings Never ever did the pain Show on his face Gifted child, knew his time here Was short Taken away at sixteen Made most of it A happy child Early, one morning He left this world At peace, in his sleep She lives on The mother of the child Finding lost treasures From the deepest parts* 🌿🌿
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Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 2:42 PM UTC
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#* A woman, she is Runs her own boutique Arts and artefacts She sources from the farthest and deepest parts of the country Lost in the urban lands Antique Precious eyes She has a penchant for the lost treasures Restores and redecorates In her boutique A life Dedicated to her only son Young, at nine Detected with the dreaded ‘C’ He lived his life With all the love Showered by his doting parents A young boy, with a talent for paper craft Made unusually beautiful flowers and quilled earrings Never ever did the pain Show on his face Gifted child, knew his time here Was short Taken away at sixteen Made most of it A happy child Early, one morning He left this world At peace, in his sleep She lives on The mother of the child Finding lost treasures From the deepest parts* 🌿🌿
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Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 2:42 PM UTC
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