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The Son

Alfred Lichtenstein

Mother, don't hold me,
Mother, your caress hurts me,
See through my face,
How I glow and wane.
Give the last kiss. Let me go.
Send a prayer after me.
That I broke your life,
Mother, forgive me.

(C) Alfred Lichtenstein
03/10/2020


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