BetrayalA Poem by Thyme13A man is missing in every photo of my youth. He is gone, a Sasquatch or a yeti, only outlines and blurred extremities.
Crafting scissors sharp as scalpels, Mother carefully dissects memories removing the genetic donor. The now dusty, yellowed album, Pruned.
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Added on November 27, 2014 Last Updated on November 27, 2014 |

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