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Apr 2017
Looking beneath you,
tattered memories
               a worn out face sullen.

You giggle at there misfortune
momentarily,
But then look confused!
        not realizing this is the
father you never knew.

His illness never walking your halls.
      A ring still hangs closely..
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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