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Saturday, January 1, 2005


a poem, its bout my dad
His eyes, they seem to look right through me
as if im not even there

His ears, they close out every sound i utter
my voice just sounds like air

i dont even know if he's sure im present
he wont acknowledge me

For all he cares im not even real
im simply a fantasy

Some day he might see through the haze
and we will talk together

he will know that i loved him before and that i will love him forever


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