Dear Diary,
Once was a coupling, a zygote, a birth.
Dear Diary,
Once was a daughter, an infant, a toddler.
Dear Diary,
Once was a window, a rocking chair, an accident.
Dear Diary,
Once was a child, a darkening, a mystery.
Dear Diary,
Once was a crack, a split, a scattering.
Dear Diary,
Once was a world, then two, then more.
Dear Diary,
the sky beholds us.
How silly all seems when I'm sleeping.
How noisy, these talking scars.
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