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On Being Born (Free verse) by emilyowey

James, my baby, died one day And love did leave me lonely. He breathed one day and died the same. I could not see the change. He did not smile, as I once did, On living one more hour. Yet looked content in what he had, And yes, he probably was.

zodiac 6-Feb-05/1:20 AM
Great. Are you really Emily Dickinson?




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