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You and Me
You and Me
DF 11.15. 2025
Wrinkled I was first
as you held my infant me.
I was more scared when
you raised me up than
when you let me be.
With two feet on the
ground, I ran behind you.
My hands pushed up your air,
and when safe, your
pant legs, too.
Only for a short moment, today,
I would iron out the wrinkles
on your eyes.
Naïve me hopes to delay
looking up -- at the skies.
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