A young brother--skinny and tall, my older--walks
Oceanward and somber; slumber sleeping,
Flowers in the water, but I'm just his daughter.
Walking down an icy grave leading to my
Schizophrenic father. Weeping willow won't you wallow louder,
Searching for my father's power.

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