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Tue Jan 17, 2012 2:14 am
thisismichelled says...



Today my father died.
Gone, he was here yesterday.
Left me, my family.
Not a note or goodbye.

I walked down the street
Counted each car on every one of the trains that passed.
One hundred sixty four
I didn't spend even that many days with you.

My father died today, but only in my eyes.
He left for the other woman last night,
And breathes with her this morning.
  





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Tue Jan 17, 2012 4:17 am
Still says...



This feels so honest.
  








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