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January 7, 2013

I admit.


Your soul was meant for spring.
Wherever you go, you go running.
Walking is not an option.
You are quick to say "I'm sorry".
You are even quicker to do it again.
Your embrace melts the deepest hurt.
Your soft words melt my hardened heart.
I love you, baby boy.






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