Sight before certain, depth before fall. Aside goes the curtain; stand, walk or crawl. This legacy of living, this love as a sin. My mistress is happier. I'll take the win. Pages for decades, close to the breast. Song-lines and essays at Mother's behest. Fathers so furtive still waging the war. A tempest now gentler, hugging the shore. Oh, if I could give in, or love through my lovers – I would be silent, akin to all others. Though your light is brighter I reflect nonetheless. These ways of the daughter is anyone's guess. The ghosts of my Ever. My damage undone. Sight before certain through the eyes of the son.
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