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i dreamt of my father

  • Weasel
  • Feb 25, 2017
  • 1 min read

windows murky from dew

i put my car in reverse

roll it back smoothly across the pavement

a man stares with stern eyes

anger fixated at what he left behind

his lips mouthed of late nights and false love

tough drinks and hard-work days

but a tyrant

can’t miss the world

he failed

to control

 
 
 

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