Tumultuous Feel.
Fucked my life from the gate.
I’m almost 70 and there is no stake,
In some Zonal-Subconscious of Nuclear Family.
The Foster Laments.
In all your secrecies, and all my obligations and curiosities.
The closeness of Life, the most intimate moments I’ve ever had.
Was sharing dinner with someone.
You stand around, I do everything else;
And you complain about every little thing I do.
Want to learn it your way.
Trouble.
Otherwise; I’m speeding in crescendo to loneliness.
How do I tell you I’ve never loved?
I’ve been a liar this whole time;
You trained me.
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