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Submitted to Contest #243
I saw my father. He shined me nice with a hammer in fists like bull hearts, left-right-left. Someone else cleaned me up. You’ve never seen your father, have you? Your Father – the capitalised one, the one you all go so mad for in those caves with the coloured windows. You say ‘jewel-coloured’, I say ‘I know about jewels, just look at me. They’re no jewels!’. I would say, if you listened. Here I sit whispering, straight into your ear every day, and you never listen, even though I’ve been closer to you than any one of your own.I’m from the ear...
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