• BUT I LOVED MY FATHER - PROLOGUE •

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A library of constellations,
shared a book with my father
and he smiled, his grave shined -
A bad dream
or a memory?
But was that memory my mother?

A library of hidden papers,
fell in love with my lawyer;
who said my father was stolen.
A bad heart
or a broken glass?
But was that broken glass my diary?

A library of mistakes,
learnt a moral under the church,
when he smiled again in his funeral -
A bouquet of roses
or
a court?
But was that court my destiny?

Maybe there was never any library.
Just a house with a lady of spiders -
and a lawyer of broken crown.
A kingdom of mine
or
an empty sunset?
Maybe there was never a sunset.

My lawyer,
milky fingers -
Let me tell you,
she was tripping on a devil.
She says,
she fell in love with me;
And I said,
But, I loved my father.

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