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Grief
whistles through me
and I
long to reach out to you.
You who
know me best -
exactly
what I’m feeling:
because it was your mother;
it is
your father.
But you
have frightened me so
with
your constant machinations.
You
have broken my heart
and I
will not give it back to you.