PapaA Poem by AKhaus
Papa I am not well.
I woke this morning to a different language and everyone seems different. Oh Papa, how I do not know how I feel. I am so cold. Insufficient and lacking the mental fortitude to see this through. Who is my friend and who is my foe? Papa I don't know.
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Added on January 5, 2018Last Updated on January 5, 2018 |