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Father
Author:
Citrine Sharp PM
About a child who's father is not as great a role modle as he should be.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Angst - Words: 70 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-03-04 - id: 1599048
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Clinging to the wall,
pressed against it flat.
Ear shattering footsteps,
I know that he's back.

My heart beats heavily,
deap in my cheast.
Sweat dripping from me,
so long since I've rest.

My eyes pealed wide,
the ecco steadily grows.
The stench of booze,
stings at my nose.

The last thing I knew,
before hitting the floor.
My father'd found me,
and was angry once more.
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