The stairs were for coming down.
So my father, at the bottom, told me.
I took them slowly,
Pulled by his stricken face,
The stairs themselves
Promising a safe journey.
Liars, liars, every last one.
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The stairs were for coming down.
So my father, at the bottom, told me.
I took them slowly,
Pulled by his stricken face,
The stairs themselves
Promising a safe journey.
Liars, liars, every last one.
Download a pdf of all poems to date: Poems