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Sweet vapors of newborn film
Covered as she is, but naked
Sterile slime of lifes cocoon
Slide into my trembling, waiting hands
Who could know the joy
Distractions of metal begone
Just us two as witness
Soon to be three,so soon
No cry breaks the hypnosis
Only warmth of mothers blood
And perfection cupped in daddys hand
I wish to name her Bliss
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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