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He laughs, Even when I’m not telling jokes. But I don’t mind it. Politely patronizing me, He makes me feel young and I find it... Soothing. His wise eyes upon me, Like a father, As if I'm your loving daughter. He smiled at me, As he rolled his cigarettes tenderly. I’d always compared this, To the way he’d treated me.
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
Like a Father
He laughs, Even when I’m not telling jokes. But I don’t mind it. Politely patronizing me, He makes me feel young and I find it... Soothing. His wise eyes upon me, Like a father, As if I'm your loving daughter. He smiled at me, As he rolled his cigarettes tenderly. I’d always compared this, To the way he’d treated me.
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
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