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For he was his father’s son

September 6, 2018

And I am his daughter

That restless ambition

That love for words

That aching blood, desperate for attention and consumed by dreams

Hungry for love, for belonging, for creating

Crumbling Faltering Falling

And leaping up again and again

For he was his father’s son. He succumbed to his fire

And I am his daughter… I see it too

From → b-Lotus

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