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Melancholy Memory
He, my childhood friend
I really didn't notice
That he was different
I loved him..
We played together
Innocent of misplaced genes
He wanted to be with me
Simple days..
He was so happy
Blissfully unaware
Downs Syndrome was his curse
Ignorance..
He was sent away
" For his own good" they said
My innocence dying
How I cried..
In another time
His gifts would be nourished
A melancholy heart
My friend Steve..
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