When things go to hell, I remember

10 Jul

I remember my Father who loves me.
The other father, who loves me too.

And the man who calls me his ‘good girl’. Ironic because it reminds me of a song I used to sing for the man who came before.

Underneath your clothes
There’s an endless story
There’s the man I chose
There’s my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey

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