and she is your being why
you know me naught
how much i try
the patience of them all.
The truth of mental illness
they left untreated
and why i flew not far away
by you too far.
her and you, your brother
have i always loved.
to hard i loved.
and a gift the last i sent
to he
in trust my life as well.
adults as children,
children play.
adults wont learn.
and i was told
your shells
and teeth
a gift by me
were blown away as leaves
that never by me were.
and now before the state
they said, i lay in wait.
8 October 2010
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