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Linked, two chimes ring out
Observing, desperate to hear
Vibrations unheard
Eternally searching
Observing, desperate to hear
Vibrations unheard
Eternally searching
Years pass, but their resonance holds
Over the floods of discordant noise
Unbroken by the static
Over the floods of discordant noise
Unbroken by the static
Deeper and deeper runs their bond
Advancing ever still into uncertainty
Determined to find more like them
Advancing ever still into uncertainty
Determined to find more like them
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OK, my son and I are a well known anomaly... We finish each other's sentences and laugh quietly at a plethora of inside jokes... We are intrinsically intertwined in ways that are inexplicable... He is the son that has ALWAYS been my Sun... You all know this... you have seen and commented on it for years... but this poem by his hand solidifies a truth that will forever warm my heart... He loves me as I do him, and he has been imbued with the ability to to express it... I could not be more proud of a thing... He is evidence of what BLESSED can be... I wish you all a glimmer of it in your lives...
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