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Jan 2015
I still wear his shirts,
But on my flesh they don't remind me of him
They don't smell of him anymore
They don't burn holes through my skin.

I still have pictures of us,
But I don't seek them out anymore
They don't make me cry
They don't make me reminisce.

I still have memories of him,
But Daddy doesn't like them
So I forget
forget
forgot.
Emilia Rosamarie
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Emilia Rosamarie  America
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