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Dec 2012
The father stares, bloodshot, egg-yolk eyes glistening
As he waits for his baby woman daughter to quiver
And melt into the **** of the bedroom carpet
Under the heat of his betrayed and angry gaze.
And he waits.
And he waits.
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   Anon C and Timothy
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