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May 2016
Red
All of the sudden
We were in four separate chairs
How symbolic
And my dad he stared
Eyes wide and scared

He spoke low
Words coming out slow

The rest is silent.
I see
Tears stream down my brother's face

I could not hear the sounds
But I see
I could not feel the floor beneath me
But my eyes remained wide
I did see
And i didn't cry

I saw
the porch lights shed red light
my dad's face affright
the cold cold night
Brother's not alright
and Mother's always right
So this night
this cold
red
night
Is never gonna be alright

with me
dri witz
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dri witz
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