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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.

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