The shouts and laughter of another genre
But at the center a sleeping child
A dark child like a light
Dimmed down in a small room
In a faraway town
Usually the past proceeds
With a shortage of new beginnings
But in her case being light
An alteration occurs
At the periphery of darkness
Allowing for the inspired movements
Of her hands and feet
And there at the very center
The tiniest heart beat
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