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When my head reached your knee
My arms couldn't reach all the way around your waist.
I don't have to crane my neck anymore to see your smile.
But my heart breaks
A little bit more
Everytime I hug you
And see
That my hands reach back around
To meet me.
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Dedicated to anyone who has a loved one dealing with a serious illness.
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Poetry"I let them bleed for me. I let the words dig up What the eyes can't see." A collection of small, personal poems. Copyright: ©Queenofquixotic Cover Design: @procrastinity
