A blind eye in my family line denies that it is so
When forced from under his vulgar façade
He admits that he is that low
Why laughter and a joking word
Are used to take away
Why groping hands and choking words
Were never child’s play.
A blind eye in my family line denies that it is so
When forced from under his vulgar façade
He admits that he is that low
Why laughter and a joking word
Are used to take away
Why groping hands and choking words
Were never child’s play.
words. hearts. secrets.
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I know you said your writings of late were on the deep side, but are you sure you are ok? They seem to be getting deeper to the dark side. If it’s “just” therapeutic, I get it. But just checking. Love, Mom
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