Some people are full of talk, full of air
and not enough feel, not enough care.
But I will not yield to you as you
think I might: I'm full of love, no spite
shall spill from these lips. I'll just
close them to you, for I am an Uncle now:
life is too short, these moments too fleeting
and out there's my sister, a small heart now beating.
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