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Created on: April 07, 2010
"A Blank Life"
Born too soon the tiny infant struggled for each breath. Tiny lungs not yet formed, beat in tandem with the gentle heart.
Eyes unfocused try to peer at a world that it will never know. Arms enfold his tiny body, trying to infuse strength and life into the child born before his time.
Death claims the tiny infant and takes his soul to reside somewhere safe. Too precious for the cold ground, the tiny baby now remains in a gold box, forever remembered and never forgotten.
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