count sorrows
count blinding love affairs
count jagged toenail clippings
count violent dreams fleshed out in color
count days, nights and bottles of wine
count each foreshortened step of mine
but please,count the minutes ticked out in silence
all in your fathers declining presence.
— please stop counting.
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