please tell me of my father
even if he's gone, i can't
remember if he saw me
claw thee till i find the
yearning truth kept in the depths of the waves
please let me go back
already there is resistance
i'm not welcome -- oh wait
now i have a family, and it's all a bit much
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sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
