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Father

Father
I age a thousand years
for every problem I cannot solve,
for every drunken sigh
my liver squirms out before
I give into sleep, for every hit
of nicotine brainwashing my blood stream.

I age a thousand years
dying to mimic your habits
and understand your language;
your life.

I live it.

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