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Apr 2014
Dad
it was pitch black
i was young and small
perched on your lap
your rough hands trailing mine
i was safe
you set me down
told me you would never abandon me

it was bright
i was confused and sullen
on the coarse cobblestone I sat alone
rays of light skimmed my flesh
i was a fish far from the sea
lying down i remembered your gentle words
your soothing eyes

how the time escaped us
how the unexpected broke our promise
how I wish i was in your embrace

but I can't do nothing
but see your face
your hands
your eyes
your lips
all behind the eyelids at my weakest time
3am poem- sorry its kinda random and might not make much sense :)
April
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April  22/F/NJ
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