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Apr 2019
Dad
He was the first man in my life.
It was upto him to make me smile
I used squeal as he threw me up,
And when I swung away I was assured
I' d swing back.
Somehow, before I returned, he just went too far.
He was my dad.
Kyra Embers
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Kyra Embers  17/F
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