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Feb 2014
There's this thing,
I hardly ever had.
Deceitful, un-trusting
These words describe my dad.

I hardly ever see him,
Because he is tucked away
"I'm coming home!"
Oh please, I hear that **** everyday!
Crístál Válęntíná
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Crístál Válęntíná  New York
(New York)   
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