When my father asks me
if I am happy
I lie
because he is close to death
I do not want him to go
knowing of my bleakness
for he was the one who brought me to this earth
I laugh when around him
tell him of friends
and the tall chrysanthemums
outside my door
I lie about
how ideal the places are
that I have been sent to
for my work
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