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BY TOUCH2BTOUCHED COULDNT SEE THE FOREST FOR THE MOTHER FU'''''''' TREES, YOU TOOK BY THE HAND IN LIFE AND SAID COME FOLLOW ME,

in my mind, am in paradise, won,t you join me, but theres a price, short-term madness, to gain insight, believe me believe me, its worth the sacrifice. i cant find.

I find myself cradling the pillows; they are pale with grief. They miss the caress of his hair, the brush of his stubble, and the way his snores sent waves across their welcoming bellies.

This is quite an angry poem written by an adult wanting answers from the father they have never known.

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THE POOL A Short Story by Anthony R Mackie (©2008)