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Sep 2015
You wanted to know algebra.
So I taught it to you.
Your mind crystal clear.
Yet your fingers were blue.
I hold the name of your lost son.
You held me close, as your only one.
You said you loved me as you laid in bed.
I still love you.
But now you're dead.
I'll miss you, Bub. Jaws was always the answer.
Ayeglasses
Written by
Ayeglasses  Seattle Born/São Paulo
(Seattle Born/São Paulo)   
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