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My Father's Tears
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D. E. A. F. Are like dozens
of fists
to a solid
brick wall
Splattered with
his pain
With
his blood.
Blood Of
unhealed wounds he picked
the scabs
away from
and allowed the
blood to
Drip...
Drip....
D
r
i
p....
Down his wrist
until it lands
In a puddle on the floor,
And he turns to
recreational "Medication."
The kind I am allergic to
I cough and
i choke on father's tears
I drown within a sea
of father's blood
Father's tears
like dozens of fists
pounding
against a brick wall.
But all they are hitting is...
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Me....
