Excerpt of a Burnt Letter, So a Child
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From the perfect son to his father:
So a child
you never knew with
what fanatical veneration
I listened to your every word.
For you were for me the measure of all things.
The rest of the letter no longer exists.
The child either.
Copyright © Francisco Lopez | Year Posted 2019
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