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The day I was born,
my mother
blessed me by kissing
'may every person
who's on their deathbed
lend you their final heartbeat
so you can live longer.'
The day I was born
my dad
blessed me by saying...son!
'make a bridge of tomorrow
a way to bring out
the Best in others.'
This was blessing
As well as a curse.
The day I was there
my heart cry
no farewell words were spoken,
no time to say goodbye,
you were gone before we knew it.
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