Father
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This is only a small portion of a poem I wrote, but yeah
you laid your hands on me
Is that how you thought you would be
Turning eighteen
Abyss in a summer breeze
You thought you would be a great father
Thought you would stay with my mother
But here we are
And now you're facing charges
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