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I bring him to her, small, warm, sweet-smelling, beautiful boySoftThey speak in whispered tones,She holds him in her warm embraceA warmth I have never felt, only imagined with longing.She is gone.Even the very best of me,That which is not me but from me,This sweet blue-eyed boy,Even this,