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your dad?
he drowned in a bowl of soup
your dad?
yeah, i know him
you know him?
yes, i do
i know
he's my dad
he's rich
he's an architect
he owns a lot of properties
he pays for my tuition
he wants what's best for me
he provides me clothing, food
he sends money for bills
he planned my future
he loves me dearly
what else?
yes, i do
know
he wants to change me, a solid rock
he wants to change me, an LGBT+
he wants to break me, a sword
he wants to break me, a ceramic doll
he wants to shape me, a dry pot of clay
he wants to shape me, a body of water
he wants to constrain me, a butterfly
he wants to constrain me, a horse
he wants to cage me, a bird
he wants to cage me, a lion
is that all?
my father...
i do not know
anything else...
i do not know
his favorite color
his favorite basketball league
his favorite instrument
his favorite song
his quirks
his hobbies
his talents
his childhood years
his fantasies
his dreams
his teenage years
his wisdom
his reasoning
his thinking
his emotions
his passions
his endeavours
his purpose
his religion
his cult
his opinions
his perceptions
his explanations
his departure
his arrival
his departure...again
his arrival...again
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Poem Addiction
Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-
