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Mar 2014
when i held my father’s hand
during evening prayer
i realized that it shakes
because of his addiction
he needs another cigarette
then i realize that my hand shakes too
because i need a cigarette as well
and the reason
i hate him so much
probably lies on the fact
that we’re basically
the same monster
ym
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ym  california
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