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Exits
  Exit
  a dance i will never go to
  where i can stand on the top of your spit
  clean dance shoes,
  and move the night away
  never will i ever get a good night
  kiss muddled by your mustache
  why did you leave? was something more
  important than your wife and kids?
  If so, then you should have gotten your neuter
  nipped
  or have thought       
  twice
  before you took that piece of me
  to love and to leave is to not love at all
  Is it wrong to say that your face
  is out of my memory
  and slipping into oblivion
  a rose with no petal,
  a sea with no salt
  And somehow with every photo taken,
  you manage
  to ghost your way in
  the talk of the town is that you miss us. that you miss the family you
  abandoned.
  Yet somehow you managed to pack up and
  leave without a footprint
  left in the sand
  And i still cry and mom still curses
  every time father’s day comes and my sister and i have to
  Celebrate mother’s day twice
  as my mother is my father, and my sister my other
  father
  i don’t regret your decision
  let’s not forget the boys you never threatened
  or the privacy you never got to invade
  yes, since i have two other ladies in the house my space
  is constantly being taken away
  but it’s not the same
  don’t forget my mommy. My mother
  who always questions her worth
  because you never looked back
  when you left.
  
  But eventually every well, dries.

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