I didn’t feel you move yet I knew you were inside me I didn’t hear you cry yet my ears pierced at the shrill pitch of your voice I didn’t see you smile yet my heart melted at its sight I didn’t hold you in my arms yet my skin tingled at its memory I didn’t see you walk and stumble yet I beamed with pride still Not a harsh word was ever spoken yet I replayed it on my mind All my hopes and dreams for you, my dear, Gone…with the sight of the crimson red ocean.
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