Poem
october seven twenty-eighteen
I remember the look in his eyes
Wondering why ... It still makes me cry
His daddy was nowhere to be found
Where could he be? Is he safe and sound?
Looking, guessing where he was
Sometimes could see him, just no touch.
He kicked he screamed he didn't want me
He just wanted that guy, His Daddy.
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RandomA book filled with short rants, stories, poems, thoughts ... whatever I've also decided to include some alternative scenes for the stories I've already written. Some of these scenes may be from a completely different time and can even be completely...
