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Special to Me

As special as every single snowflake
Before it falls on to the other
And becomes ice.

As special as the first born
After years of thankless
Tyranny of time.

As special
As the memory
Of our first kiss.

As special
As first love
As the first rains
The first house
The first pay
The first dance
The lost ones
The loved ones
The dear Lord

And
This life
With you in it.

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  1. Launna March 23, 2015 at 2:38 AM

    All the firsts... I like this... some firsts are bitter sweet... however; I do have good memories of them... xox

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  2. Toobs.SMarch 24, 2015 at 11:37 PM

    I like the first here. You never forget your first memories. Beautiful or Nightmarish both. :)

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