Denimtears
Without a father
I still bloomed
without a mother
maturity was doomed
from harsh winter
to stale summer
the times of disappointment
I cant number
childhood memories
are but vacant lots
with shattered glass in the streets
and parentless nights with teacher meet
I cried long and hard
toughned my skin and became a man
with misery in fashion
I cry denim tears
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