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Tough and lovely, to see my child gain
What personality she will assume,
Each bit and gesture worked on year by year,
No stopping till the character is clear.
Tough and lovely, to see the child remain
Yet underneath the mask that is her doom.
Only slowly does the child disappear,
Not needing me to kiss away all pain,
Entering alone the darkened room.
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Nicholas Gordon
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