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you are everythingyour world is everything to me
beauty cascades over my eyes
light permeates everything i love
a trillion suns erupt from every heartbeat
lightning ignites the sky
shine for all to see
unable to hear the echo of angels
sleep beside me
arms outstretched i comfort you
dreams take shape like clouds on summer days
time slows to allow fear peace
this world is wonderful
open my eyes because i see yours
everything i am is you
butterflies made of smiles showcase beauty
everything brings me closer to overcoming gravity
i allow you to take hold
yearning ceased when you were brought into this world
a ray of light opens my eyes
you are still there
i have no fear
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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