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Mar 2014
I kissed him,
and for the first time
in a long time
tasted true sadness,
a depression brought on
by
e m p t i n e s s
         a young boy
            watching his father leave
                 for a trip,
                      a trip lasting sixteen years
he'd watch his dad leave
through his windows
waving as he watched,
I'd imagine at least.
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Written by
casey
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