shaniah oceania
Love Letters To Your Father.
Prayers unanswered, lost with neglect.
His shadow has run away.
There can only be a shadow
if light has cast the scowl
I'm forgetting him
What did he look like?
Do you remember, can you?
I don't remember his scent,
only painful lies and insults
play on my wounds
some of which he slit
right in front of you.
Love is the greatest
I see the other shoes
his pain is torture
for us two.
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