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A spark of life he was, I started in the womb. A parasite I used to be, enclosed within that room. Released from darkness into light, I saw him gently smile. He held me, warmed me in his arms, I basked in love awhile. Day turned into night, when he left without a word. A spark of life he was, spark of life unheard.
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