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The room here is cold, I see you through the glass,
And I think back to long ago, Dad, of times past,
Of the memories, I recall as much as I can,
There's always been a cigarette, Dad, stuck inside your hand.
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YOU ARE READING
Death of Innocence
PoetryDaddy, Why? -A poetry by an Unknown Author, and just rewriten in wattpad. Completed: May 27, 2021