Mar 13
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Changeling


Bitter tears sting my eyes as I gaze down at the child that I know isn’t mine
His icy blue eyes staring back at me
He is not the same

His hair, his nose, his feet, they are all the same
I’m looking down at my son, though he doesn't belong to me
But he is not the same

There is something subtly sharper about his ears
And something colder about his eyes
And his joyous smile seems tipped with venom
I know he is not the same

The fairies must have come last night
They must have silently swept my boy away
Because this boy is not the same
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