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again good-bye

this morning my grandfather died, around 8:15, my uncle said
this loss has me feeling unfinished because he was angry with me
these past few months
but that's a personal story about hatred that stretches too far...
so, I say, good-bye to my grandfather, he was intelligent and clean
he made my mother, and she's gone too
he made her with my grandma, she's gone too.
their conception, their ends.
I loved you so much, believe it or not.

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