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Daadee! Daadee!
I’d like to welcome you
To reality.
Daadee! Daadee!
My ability
To put myself above feelings
Leaves me blooding beneath
Your well-intended transgressions.
Daadee! Daadee!
My denials
Of love stain my entire diary.
I do not waver under obligation,
I think of you as nothing more
Than a poor sadist manifestation.
Daadee! Daadee!
You are superior
No longer because my innocence
Died with my ignorance,
You are inferior.
Daadee! Daadee!
I cut you from me,
To the wind, father,
Just as you wanted.
I can hear you missing me
Already.
But I have a thirst
And a couple of clipped wings,
Daadee,
I do not need your permission to
Be set free,
Daddy.
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Briggita M.
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A dissapearing Act
