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Jan 2015
i told my mother to see
what ive done
isnt it a catastrophe
ive got on my fathers sweater
knowing im just his height
just his size
just as weak
and fading a lot faster than the next guy

my mother never looked
she was always too fascinated
by my father
or at least
whats left of him.
im a selfish little ***** but i still wish he was home
Benjamin
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