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Apr 2015
we lied down on her bed
and she told me the story of how her father left
with a cigarette in her left hand
and my hand in her right
she spoke with sound of sadness and
she looks at the wall
and hangs on it is
a photo of her father
she wraps her arms around me
and she cries for what seems like
an eternity
Josh Allen
Written by
Josh Allen  forest city, nc
(forest city, nc)   
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