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my father asked no pension for his verses and left no sounds in the house it wasn't him but the music that died I asked my mother for his guitar she gave me a handful of ash
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Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
A handful of ash
my father asked no pension for his verses and left no sounds in the house it wasn't him but the music that died I asked my mother for his guitar she gave me a handful of ash
Alyssapolaris
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Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
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