The Devil Wears Prada Daughter

Over a lifetime I never loved her: my daughter. There seems to be a distorted shift. I m lost now in the universal absence. And it is dizzying. Pitch black. Over a lifetime I never loved her: my daughter. Before there were ships sailing under a swollen moon. But enough now, every memory awakens an agony. Over a lifetime I never loved her: my daughter. I keep carrying the dead with me, so let us pity them and bury them all at once.