One year.
One year you've been in my arms,
not counting the months
you grew inside me.
One year and nine months -
let's face it -
you didn't know
you weren't me
until one day -
you became you -
- and I became I
once more.
But, I am still you,
defined by love.
My image remoulded
because you're enfolded
in my arms.
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