alfie lee writing

 

Father son

I was born but
it's true too that
i was made. He
fired first. He

fired fast. Of
the gun he was
not, it was i,
who was borne, to

our futures through
our pasts, changing
both for both of
us. As i am

what i make of
what he's made, of
what i am i
make him become.



                                                               

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