We all grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiralling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies. Shirley Abbott

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My Daddy

by Ashley

When you’re little
you don’t know what to say
when your daddy
comes home stoned everyday

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