Pour me a scotch son and let your father talk.
Untie his tongue and hear his secrets sing.
Release the torrent there within.
And repressed within that sacred silence
Recollections hold their breath to survive.
Let go this man who was once alive.
Tom Lefort 2024
Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 5:13 PM UTC
Pour me a scotch son and let your father talk.
Untie his tongue and hear his secrets sing.
Release the torrent there within.
And repressed within that sacred silence
Recollections hold their breath to survive.
Let go this man who was once alive.
Tom Lefort 2024
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