I can see you smiling like a morning sun,
Your cheeks bouncing like a new born,
Your dimples appearing like no bones,
I mean bones of your face are absent, ...
I'm ceded-I've stopped being Theirs-
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
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