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Jan 2019
my father
sat in his room
to the music
he later chose
to raise me
with;

now, I sit
in my room
with the music
he chose
to raise me
to.

even when
he isn’t
looking,

he still sees
the man he
used to be

and I see
the man I
will be-

to our music.
Written by
Jonathan Helling  30/Cisgender/Ohio
(30/Cisgender/Ohio)   
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