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Father's Days
Without laughter
your empty room sighs
walls stream tears
and that door
beckons wide
Old footsteps echo
without an ear
starving ghosts
at the creed of fear
I tried my best
but wish I'd done more
my guilt
like your medicine
unswallowed in the drawer
your empty room sighs
walls stream tears
and that door
beckons wide
Old footsteps echo
without an ear
starving ghosts
at the creed of fear
I tried my best
but wish I'd done more
my guilt
like your medicine
unswallowed in the drawer
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