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Aug 2011
I saw you sitting in that chair,
You ran your fingers through your hair.
You felt like you'd rather die,
And I'd never seen my daddy cry.

My daddy was no longer a god.
He left me alone with my ma.
And try as I might,
I felt no delight,
After my daddy had taken his fall.
Skyler Gray Nicholson
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