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Friday, July 10, 2015

My Father's Face


It was sky
but shattered 
into a million
pieces,
was twirled by
the wind
across the plains.
I waited
for days
and nights,
but it
never came
back.
I can wait
no more.
All that I have
is sky.
Posted by Monkkey at 6:58 AM
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