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Love Child
I do not know you.
Yet, I fear.
You are precious, the first living flower
on a long dead bush. The first
white-gold ray of a new born sun.
I fear not for what you are or for what
you will become, but only
for the lesson I should teach....
Yet, I fear.
You are precious, the first living flower
on a long dead bush. The first
white-gold ray of a new born sun.
I fear not for what you are or for what
you will become, but only
for the lesson I should teach....
