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Birthday

Sleep evades, 

The slowing 

Down

Of time 

Or is it the quickening 

From one moment 

To the next 

I love each one 

Of you 

And some 

Like leaves have fallen

To the ground 

And some will rise again

In all that you are 

And all that you will be... 

◄ Love.

Sentinel ►

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