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6/29
6/29
my premature birth
6 1/2 months early
i was so small
white and tiny
gasping for life
my home was an incubator
so no one can touch
my fragile body
my breakable bones
undeveloped features
waiting to be grown
i just turned 17
getting older
i feel da same
as yesterday
nothing special
about today...
Just going through your poems. So far they are great even the ones by your nephew. I also like this one too because since I'm not important to my family my birthday is just another day in the calender for them. Maybe I should post up my poems here since it's getting copywrited. Maybe once I'm done reading yours. :) . See you later.