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family heirloom
i cry with my father's brown eyes
liquid he drinks religiously every day.
it makes me blind,
is this how love's supposed to feel?
the man
that should've loved me first
found love in destruction.
the poisonous liquor plagues his mind
and the same one
ran through his mother's blood.
addiction became our family heirloom
and i fear the day
when's going to be my turn.

euthymia felix

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