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Title: Father

by Corey | in writing, poetry

I never saw his face
And I hope I never do,
For my world will fall if I was made to.
The question I ask is
Why did you go?
Why did you do it if you didn't want to know?
I got some of my skills from my father, that's you
But I got everything from my mother because her love is true.

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