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The father's hand to the face
was the last breaking point
and she ran
out of the house
into the evening
becoming night
to the boat
sitting on the dark
silent water

She would paddle
across in the
dark of night
away from the hands
that scar
away from the words
that burn

like the candles on her grave
surrounded by the sunflowers
her father has planted





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falling10ssupernova said...
Jan. 27, 2011 at 9:37 pm
wow goosebumps soo good!
 
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