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Father

 

Like the whistle of the wind
The sound of your voice
Strikes through my head with a certain complexity

 

In the midst of confusion
The air smells of silence
And the scent of your cologne gets me smiling

 

I wonder at times
If you think of the times
We were silently at battle

 

I fight for my voice
You fight to be heard
But we both fight for our unified voice

 

I breathe, you breathe
I sigh you tense up with worry
I cry, you break

 

I smiled and kissed a boy yesterday
It was hate at first sight when you saw him
And pulled out your gun at him

 

I hate you for loving me
I need you for loving me
We both couldn’t love any one else better

 

You called to say you loved me
You called to say you missed me
You wrote to say you were disappointed in me

 

I called to say I love you
I called to say I missed you
I wrote to say I was sorry

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Mind map 1.

Words

like a cancer are

infiltrating

the

silence.

The sound

striking like a dagger is a

distraction

from the

Sadness

Gravity

like a meaningless poem is creating

floatation

in

Space

Loneliness

is beginning to create a

culmination

of

emotions                                     The body

resorts to

contemplation

of

Lust

This body of lust has

A lust for this sphere, for zeal, for you, for me, for all.

A lust for dissolution greater than death.

Dissolution.

I,

Me

I am a

definition

of myself.

 


 

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