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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.
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