"Dear child of mine, I hear your cry
I know that oft you'd rather die
Than face the scalpel's steely touch
That reaches to your inner dust
I've planned dear child what you shall be
Thus leave the choices up to Me
I will not probe an inch too far
Or carelessly your beauty mar
Ah, child of Mine, please understand
My boundless love your path has planned
Your Potter's hand is never rough
He knows the time to say 'enough'"
- Jennifer Daniel
(from "Just a Whisper")
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