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A Poem by Soren

I am my mother's second favorite son, her only boy
Born a day too late yet years too early
Abandoned and ransomed but never felt redeeming joy
Bald with long straight hair, where it should be curly

Eyes black, sky blue, white yellow as my skin
Bare handed caught a cold, ran faster than my nose 
Too short to be tall, too tall to be short, I fall within
Well dressed dropped in with no clothes

© 2025 Soren


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Added on March 11, 2025
Last Updated on March 11, 2025