Breathe

Taking fairy tale

a Dad with child,

it is in the voices,

love in their smile.

Wave rushes crash

on the furrow brow

where air turns me

see tombstone now.

I reflect not off stone

the ground as home

tells us be replete in

truthes we try own.

A shadow creeps a

form turns so cold.

As the wind screams

I a champion hold.

In my statue I rise

genius of feeble

mind I try hide I a

crux from uphevle.

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