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The gold coin had a two sided head of an ox

One side of an ox pulling a plow

The other of an ox being lead to slaughter as a sacrifice

At the bottom it was inscribed ,

"Be either"
Jay Jelly Jul 7
Untold stories
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Masquerading
Wicked schemes
I hit the redial button
A dad who fled
Rivals we became
Closing time
Before the door even opened
Your voice
Is like a ghost
Yet it haunts the deepest depths
Of my soul
Past transgressions
There was zero excuse
For the stunt you pulled
Left me puzzled
What exactly could I have done wrong Forgiveness for abandoning
A young infant boy
I just can’t get myself to come
To grips with that fact
You pawned
Me before you got
A chance to know your own son
Like I was just a name
On a piece or paper
How did that work out for me
You drove off
A stranger in the mist
Like a bat out of hell
Guess you didn’t wanna be
Caged down
Raise a family you never wanted
And went chasing after what
The mysteries of you
Like a mugshot
Unknown they will never be answered
I’ve thought of you
My whole life far to often
And I could never pawn someone
I gave birth too like you did
THE DAD I NEVER KNEW… I NEVER HAD… HEARTACHE FOR A THOUSAND YEARS… HOW I HAD TO CARRY ON WITHOUT HIM IS BEYOND ME… 😢🤯 🌖
A fuel that drives me:
fear —

That a decades-long novel,
etched into the riverbeds of my veins,
might be erased by
a single chapter's
acid rains.
This is just a chapter :)
  Jul 7 Jay Jelly
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I waved at my reflection,
it didn’t wave back.

Just blinked once,
then smirked.

I stepped closer.
It didn’t move.
I asked it,
“Which one of us is real?”

It cracked.
And whispered,
“Not you.”
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