fake AF

you and i

born from my beloved deceased mother

the one you were mean to alive, then dying

you and i

born from my father who always tells the truth

except to you.

we did not look at each other. we did not speak.

i heard your fake AF voice telling my godson

that dinner would be ready after the soccer match.

the lemon cake like my beloved deceased mother

used to make- with just a bit less sugar.

you tell my godson that you never liked eating it sweet.

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i am a first generation italian-american who grew up in southern new jersey. Life is amazingly beautiful and devastating. Sometimes in the same day.

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adriana suriano

adriana suriano

i am a first generation italian-american who grew up in southern new jersey. Life is amazingly beautiful and devastating. Sometimes in the same day.

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