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Whose Key
My Grandfather was a Poet,
my Father was a thief
Their spirits fight to own my soul
-my Son in cradle sleeps
My Grandfather spoke of beauty,
my Father spoke of sin
The truth now locked within a voice
-whose key I leave to him
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
my Father was a thief
Their spirits fight to own my soul
-my Son in cradle sleeps
My Grandfather spoke of beauty,
my Father spoke of sin
The truth now locked within a voice
-whose key I leave to him
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
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