Red is my favorite color, red like your mother¡¯s eyes after awhile of crying about how you don¡¯t love her. She says ¡°I know I don¡¯t deserve supervised sight of her, but each day becomes a blur without my daughter.¡± Fall is my favorite season, like falling to reasoning why you crashed from on high. She says ¡°Why is my life so uneven, and what have I done right but given you your life if after I led you on into that bar room?¡± ¡°Yes¡± is my favorite answer. I took a dancer home, she felt so alone. We stayed up all night in the kitchen doing my dishes, on and on until the dawn. She said ¡°I know it¡¯s easy to have me, but I have seen some things that I can¡¯t even tell to my family pictures,¡± and ¡°I¡¯m full of fictions and fucking addictions¡± and ¡°I miss my mother.¡± She¡¯ll never know I could never forget her. If I could write her a letter, I¡¯d try with every line to say ¡°She still remembers your touch. And I know that it¡¯s not much, but you still haven¡¯t lost
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