#maybe ill write here now that i have the format i like DAHSJDKASDAS

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                    her  father  is  a  funny man ,          with the glaze in his eyes &   exhaustion sewn .     she reaches a coo ,   a giggle , &   reach is what she does .     her fingers skim before he recoils ,   flinches so harshly she has a reoccurring thought that his skin might break from the sheer pressure .     almost feral ,   backed into a corner without apprehension , &   she’s told a story abandoning the sinners who’ve left their love behind .     she reminds him that sinners are he ,   are she ,   are fathers ,   are daughters .     they balance into the scale ,&   sometimes she finds the disgust living on his lips beautiful          (     just as he would think a smile twists itself on her face unnerving .     ) .     BUT  THEN  SHE  IS  REMINDED  HERSELF :     brothers are keepers ,   are reels that title .     her father becomes the sun , &   hands quivers as it snaps away from his wide blues .     bubbling ,   bubbling :     her  body  is  spilling  repeated .     a shudder of thoughts before the stretch of her smiles ---          mischief has made her ,   descent has whispered so sweetly to craft her veins of nothing .

                    pristine  shoes  dirtied ,          retreat is a gift he’s prayed to the divine above          (     though she’s reminded him of his lacking faith ,   a deceiving thing .     ) .     joints crackle without sound ,   mouth spews without venom , &   her smile is frightening to the man who’s seen it lively ,   then empty ,   then full .     full of fire that sparks in quiet wildlife :     who has lived within her ,   who has changed her ?     glass broken that she caresses ,   tugs her lips into a display seen uncomfortably ,   a country stolen from under his nose before a revolution .     HE  IS  UNSETTLED  BY  HER .     /     JUST  AS  HE  SHOULD  BE .          ❝     father ,   father . . .     ❞          song mocking sung ,   a melody deafening &   static .     where is she ?     where has her affection gone ?          ❝     i’ll clean this ,   don’t worry .     prepare dinner , &   don’t make a habit of spilling milk on the tile .     ❞          it begins as something sweet &   then strange ,   oddening revelation of a rupture before breathing dismissal .