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You said it's a gift,
the way he is soft and kind;
I can see it now.
A gift, the way he's
naif and raw; giving and good.
Tender in heart, and
gentle by the hand.
Open and unfortified—
in his mind, he's safe.
I envy it now:
the gift of his Innocence;
my stolen birthright.

milkyeyeball Mon 04 May 2026 02:25PM UTC
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