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Author: Kael Fenshir
ASL Info:    26 / M / That weird place
Elite Ratio:    2.18 - 17 /57 /52
Words: 109
Class/Type: Poetry /Misc
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I once had a son that I could call my own
We dressed him up in glorious lion costumes
His birthdays were full of mischief and bumble bees
Embarrassment came his way when friends arrived
We would give thanks to all the unknown gods
Upon rickshaws we would laugh and play
He took up my first original name
She told me that she loved it
My father scolded me for not being the best
I gave them all I had
My fingers lost touch
Every single guitar covered in dust
Death beds would see my end
O' such loving members I'd depart
Curly little hair I could not forget

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