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Father
When I think of you
I think of a mean, vicious, angry
man
within who's presence my brain
does not work
and my skin crawls
I think of a mean, vicious, angry
man
within who's presence my brain
does not work
and my skin crawls
Published 23rd Feb 2021
| Edited Yesterday
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