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vices
for dad collection - 08 / 16 / 21
It’s strange —
how i used to resent my father
or his vices,
when now
i understand why.
Now,
i understand —
how the smoke embraces you
like a lover
and how
the alcohol — fills in the cracks
like grout .
But then again,
lovers don’t last forever
and tiles
need re-grouting.
It’s strange —
how i used to resent my father
or his vices,
when now
i understand why.
Now,
i understand —
how the smoke embraces you
like a lover
and how
the alcohol — fills in the cracks
like grout .
But then again,
lovers don’t last forever
and tiles
need re-grouting.
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