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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #2186363
If you can't figure it out
The cold screen seems his only friend
And the characters that respond to his touch
I worry about him,
Because of the mirror he shows me
But my fears vanish
When he plays with the youngest
Or shows the eldest concern in her tears
Those moments when he uplifts his mother
Or his word play with me
His razor wit, is gift so rare
I brag to others as if none can compare
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