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it is alright to claim me.
I am a gentle child.
Though I speak to the wind
and gaze upon the stars --
I wish to hold
your gentle hand.
I wish to know
of the emptiness
I have left in your heart
as you have left in mine --
like a furnished, beautiful child's
but empty inside.
Blood that is not your blood
running through my veins
different hopes --
different dreams --
but our differences
are what makes us the same.
So do not wish
to forsake me
in the bleakness of the night --
yet reach for me
and call to me your child.

Robert Liles


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