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17 and 11/12ths

He's sobbing, overwhelmed
on the edge of adulthood
desperate to be told who he is
while balking against all limits

A joy and a treasure since birth,
what a gift that he shares
this tender heart,
this need for mom's hugs
And if I could, I'd relieve his confusion

But all my wisdom feels useless.
I know now,
I will have witness
him gathering his own.
brokentitanium
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