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O, it is definite. I submit to your summit, And linger there indefinitely. Like my father did, O, so perfectly lulled; took the pill His mother nursed him with, To forget his father, he who Met his grace Earlier than the stripling of your years. O, how he reset your communion, Traced your strength asunder- Compacted you into diamonds; Your violence mined them with duds. Recall me now, you recalled me then- Never now, do you see me, Without yourself as him. Him for his failings. I am your mirror to you, The roses you gave me Have been rotting since 1962. O father, I just wanted you to be true But you took your dead father, And gave me him too.
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Oct 20, 2023
Oct 20, 2023 at 4:38 PM UTC
O, Father
O, it is definite. I submit to your summit, And linger there indefinitely. Like my father did, O, so perfectly lulled; took the pill His mother nursed him with, To forget his father, he who Met his grace Earlier than the stripling of your years. O, how he reset your communion, Traced your strength asunder- Compacted you into diamonds; Your violence mined them with duds. Recall me now, you recalled me then- Never now, do you see me, Without yourself as him. Him for his failings. I am your mirror to you, The roses you gave me Have been rotting since 1962. O father, I just wanted you to be true But you took your dead father, And gave me him too.
Trauma passed down throughout generations.
KHY
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Oct 20, 2023
Oct 20, 2023 at 4:38 PM UTC
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