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Committing anachronisms in the name of love
WENG U PUN
The baby winks,
soft lids squeezed,
plump palms poised.
The father curls close,
his face enraptured,
pupils love-dilated.
The mother collects,
a sweet second saved,
precious youth preserved.
The daughter observes
and time relents,
even eternity extends.
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