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Tony

“I rocked you asleep once, reading softly. Your head…
It would rest on my arm. Things change. You know?
No, you don’t. Now, every night, I fall asleep in bed
 
To the nightmares… I see in your eyes. Yeah. Lo  
And behold! Those are the stories that I dream to.
Son…I would’ve never imagined that you would go  
 
An’ jus kill someone. That’s fucked. But you…you
Ah my son. I love you. Somehow, miracles of God I  
Guess, I can say I love you. Do you know how true,
 
The tears are, unlike the tears on your face, that I cry?
I can’t hug my only son 'cause he’s behind glass.  
Fuck me! You don’t even. give. a. shit… don’t even try!
 
Well Pal... I hope you get some good prison ass!
I’m outta here. I love you. Your mothers here to  
See you. Bye son. That’s my son…behind glass!”
Written by Josiah
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