I have a dead mother who,
In some ways,is more present,
Than my present Father,
That could make you think,
That my Mother is present,
Quite a lot,
She isn't
Presence,
And absence,
Like my Mum and Dad,
Are both,
Relative
The sirens screech announces The spiral staircase down from heaven Jacobs Twisted Ladder The skies shed themselves Of their carrion angels F...
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