Father
not get any closer,
leaves the purity of my body,
who one day will want to 'love.
Father
my mouth quivers,
to feel your tongue to make room,
and your hands caress my orifice.
Father
the pain is excruciating,
but not only the blood that now flows in my body, but
your gait that I abhor violence.
Father
hours kissing my mom in your bed,
while I wipe my tears and your sperm,
the same bloody handkerchief.
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