I shall forever be,
The surrogate of a promiscuous parent;
Playing an endless game, in a dusty yard,
Waiting for the sky to fall.
If I do not leave you now,
I shall grow small,
Inexorably diminished by the awful specter;
That in waking and sleeping nightmares
Haunted, terrified and taunted me,
As I grew tall.
If I do not leave you now, I shall be alive,
But always slowly, inevitably
By tortuous inches, be dying.
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