You are history
retold
relived
over again
Ben
You burst our inner happiness
with your cries
too sheer
it can form a stream of tears
You are a bundle of softness
against our enormity
but with your touch so trusting
we can only weaken
Ben
If you are yet to uncover
a chestful of tales
olden
golden
how did it come to be
that your newness bears all
the unforgotten
story?
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