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Daddy's Loss

Today is lost in Pain,
stolen by Memory Blind.
They say Time clears the mind,
yet here I writhe and strain.

Today I drive in rain—
an eighteen hour shift.
Customers are swift;
they sense and see no gain.

Tonight is Gleaming Light
shining on Daddy’s wet face,
starring Desperate Space—
sick, cold, and fire bright

Tonight I buy a Cane—
the years are dynamite;
so quick and destructive—
to repay those I’ve slain

But tomorrow I like pretending
Daddy is coming home.
Established since eternity,
my sweet lie.

And tomorrow I fall into myself.
Listen to my heart screaming!
Child, when love and dreams collide,
and chain me to my bed,
I will spiral down.



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