Father
My father was not in the telephone book
in my city ;
My father was not sleeping with my mother
at home ;
My father did not care if I studied the
piano ;
My father did not care what
I did ;
and I thought my dad was handsom and I loved him and I
wondered
why
he left me alone so much,
so many years
in fact, but
my father
made me what I am
a lonely woman
without a purpose, just as I was
a lonely child
without a father . I walked with words, words, and names,
names. Father was not
one of my words.
Father was not
one of my names.
in my city ;
My father was not sleeping with my mother
at home ;
My father did not care if I studied the
piano ;
My father did not care what
I did ;
and I thought my dad was handsom and I loved him and I
wondered
why
he left me alone so much,
so many years
in fact, but
my father
made me what I am
a lonely woman
without a purpose, just as I was
a lonely child
without a father . I walked with words, words, and names,
names. Father was not
one of my words.
Father was not
one of my names.
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