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I can still recall the sound of fear
the swish of the whip
the smak of the cane
the slam of the door
as the footsteps of my father grew near
I can still recall the smell of fear
the muskiness of sweat
the sharpness of piss
the sweetness of blood
as the hands of my father grew near
I can still recall the body of fear
the trembling of limbs
the loosening of bowels
the weakening of legs
as my father my father grew near
I still know the presence of fear
the nightmares of mind
the madness of thoughts
the blindness of terror
for my father, my father, my father is here :*
-lassy
Last update: Tuesday, June 19, 2001 14:01
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