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Searching for the father who left me back in Vietnam during the war. You can only imagine what follows me after that journey.
Submitted:Mar 3, 2012 Reads: 12 Comments: 2 Likes: 1
You ask me
Why I am here
My words cry
I tell you
You made me
You look away
You ask me
Why are you here
My words cry
I tell you
I am bounded
You look away
You ask
By what
My words scream
I tell you
By blood
Your words cry
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