I stand next to the lighthouse.
Looking out at the sea as I look at
The sea the wind brushes against my
Face like a soft kiss. I wish I could
Get from my mother but the lighthouse
It is away from me.
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Jun 3, 2026 at 1:20 PM UTC
I stand next to the lighthouse.
Looking out at the sea as I look at
The sea the wind brushes against my
Face like a soft kiss. I wish I could
Get from my mother but the lighthouse
It is away from me.
Mother you say love of me you have
But I don't see you
or the empty love you say you have for me
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