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A Mother's Love
From the first cry to the first feeding, a Mother instantly loves. From the first hug to the first words, a child learns to love.
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SYSTEM OF BELIEF
The sun in my face.
 Serving as my enemy.
It’s kisses sting my neck.
I look around.
It’s just me here.
MY FLIGHT LEAVES
Poems to think about. Love... we all want and need!
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