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A newborn poem

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It was the only voice I’d ever heard — tiny hiccups of sound,

the first note followed by a vibrato of noise — violin strings of crying,

the sticks of her bones composed of glass and light,

and a heart — a heart flying, a heart next to mine.

Poetry
Newborn
Baby
Moms
The Lark
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