"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, July 8, 2010


Sometimes I think
I can never forgive you
for being absent in my life.
Your lack of determination
to love me
to the point
where my throat swells
and I cry.

But as those tears,
salty and bitter,
from my father-deprived body
I realize
you did the best you could.

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