I don't even know the words to say how I failed him as a son.
breathing not with gulls but air, I gasp when I wake from nightmares, I wish my heart gave up as sleeping the wraiths will snatch my death. There's ground dust to bare, and the memories won't dare, not with my living memories and cancellation of the fleet. What talents snatch as the flair sleeps on one side of the despair and angels flew away and you lost the will to weeping and the rabbit hole is not so deep as angst buries the once of dreams, Its cruel to give and take my fields that are in this old house so sealed, My father and his cheap burial... Ends on a piano note of I wish he would say something to quarrel I see his disgust in his expressions.
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