I remember when you’d stare at me
The way mothers stare at sleeping babies.
You saw me through a magic lens
That airbrushed all my imperfections.
Because you loved me…
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- Concetta
- Inland Empire, Washington, United States
- "If writers stopped writing about what happened to them, then there would be a lot of empty pages." (“We Got Naked, Now What” by Elaine Liner) ----------------------------------------- ©2006 My Small House. This site is the personal property of My Small House. All rights reserved. Content of this site may not be reproduced in any manner without written permission.
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