I Killed Him

by abbya

I killed him my little boy
I killed him for his lovely toy
In cold blood; hanging tongue
Summed deep craters of my wrong.
I killed him my other self 
I killed him behind the shelf
Where is the sky, grave and sun
With souls, dreams of father and son?

I Killed Him by abbya

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