Baby Girl
Lying in the morgue aneath it's dim light
Her corpse, both motionless as left behind ?
Pulling up unto his curb while decades have come
Thus then gone; held these years, when beauty fled
A breath she flew ? Purged of tears which hold their sight...
Climbing time's steps with, eager hands; and love, shall turn this key.
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