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My Father

My father was a torch Burned bright for a while and streaked flames across the sky the words he told himself about his life why he was lit and why he burned were a flaming lie all that he wanted openly denied all that he preached secretly defied his light dimmed and when it was time to pass the torch he had no embers left for me

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