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Blessed Child
"Blessed Child" No explanation why trade marked self made unsheathed sword didst try to wreak havoc, sans deep hurtful (severe) stabs, no solution to NON internal Quoi yet, decades long inconsolable tears inflicted toward self, and family I cannot dee nigh (of origin plus deux offspring begat), oh my whereat I clamped "hands" over figurative "ears" obliviously, and/or faintly aware at times withholding compassion, no lie mercilessly depriving affection from this fluky, kooky, and quirky guy, albeit the sole son emotionally estranged from his late mama, and octogenarian widower papa, who I rarely ever said "hi," when living under their roof (at 324 Level Road, long since demolished) never inquired, nor rarely ever acknowledged appreciation (on a regular basis), deep pry ving expressing care and concerned, whether kinfolk lived or didst die (strong possibility linked thy aver diagnosed with schizoid personality disorder) nope...not even hugging me mum, (whose desperate non verbal plea ignored) days before she passed away, now as a father, (whose eldest well on her way to promising future) her rebuffed overtures stung at paternal resolution, until this day, when a singular sentence she emailed as sent ting genuine permission for her to glimpse a poignant poem, perchance inducing my loving cry!
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