Mary Nagy Biography

You're standing in the doorway.
Your workday is all done.
He waits to see you everyday,
this boy that is your son.
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Once upon a time
when we were young
you caught my eye
like a ball to a glove.
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Once more we talk about it.
How sad it's all become.
No matter how we look at it
this family is not one.
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The darkness of the pit
is swallowing you in.
I see you looking at me
with that evil, twisted grin.
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What is a family picture?
Is it all for real?
Are the people that you see
pretending they don't feel?
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