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Aug 24
I'd invite my father,
not the man he is now, or the man he used to be,
but the man he was in all the good memories,
the man he was when we used to play Uno in bed after his shift,
the man he was when we used to go hunting,
the man he was when we'd ride in the go-kart,
I'd invite the man who I had only a few good memories with.
This poem is about inviting someone to a garden to spend time with
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DebbyDebutaunt  15/Gender Fluid/PA
(15/Gender Fluid/PA)   
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