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y.</p><p id="85e3">Alas, I proved to be too much my mother.</p><p id="acd6">I wanted to be me clear, simple, and plain, sober, undisguised, and unashamed.</p><p id="d39b">Alas, I proved to be too much myself.</p><p id="70ee"><b><i>Copyright 2018 Jeff Suwak</i></b></p><div id="b710" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/while-the-wolves-sleep-2e0f13cec50f"> <div> <div> <h2>While
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I wanted to be a gentle whisper in your ear, a feather fallen onto the smooth surface of your days.
Alas, I proved to be too much my father.
I wanted to be a raging fire to your fields the magical blaze to burn your sad past away.
Alas, I proved to be too much my mother.
I wanted to be me clear, simple, and plain, sober, undisguised, and unashamed.
Alas, I proved to be too much myself.
Copyright 2018 Jeff Suwak
