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Marisela Veludo Nov 2020
His words tremble
His smile is weak
He folds his arms
His actions are bleak

No eye contact
He drags his feet
I hear his inner voice
I hear him weep

He needs a touch
His not asking for much
A stroke through his hair
Cuddles that are sincere

A lap or a chest
A home, a safe nest
A place of care
Someone to wipe his tear....

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