“Crumbled paper”
A voice Soft, but clear. A thought Emotionally draining. A paper Old and crumbled. A book Loud, but vague. A walk Slow but determined. A poem About a crumbled past. A story To be left untold. A dream Written on crumbled paper. A belief It will all make sense.
“Daughter”
I see you grow Taller than before Smiling And Carefree Glimpses I See Hoping And Praying You are nothing like me.
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