Now
that they're both dead
Do my mother and her father
Still fight or are there days
She is eleven and, at twilight,
Waits for him by the lake
Knowing he'll come for her
Knowing he'll let her stand
On the running board
Almost all the way home?
Do my mother and her father
Still fight or are there days
She is eleven and, at twilight,
Waits for him by the lake
Knowing he'll come for her
Knowing he'll let her stand
On the running board
Almost all the way home?
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