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Love takes us,

and make us.

Then throws

to the distance

further then the

eye

I see why father died.

Blind conviction,

he stepped into his grave

when he seen it coming.

Love religon 

and he was,

religously.

Kept the faith

he knew most

of his life

and was struck

down by it.

My father,

a silly, beautifull man.

Love made him,

and he went.

He had no choice.

For he seen where the

sun nest in the clouds

and became apart

of that potrait,

stuck in that place

He died

alone with

love 

yet

nothing for storage.

Curse the hands which stlole his heart

and took his breathe away.

And love

a monster that ruins lives

and destroys dreams.

I pray i never

fall to such wonder.

I blame my father most

of all

He was such a

silly, beautifull man.

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