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My mother looks....

as if the years have been heavy.

Compacted by overburden

that squat form struggles

to catch up with it's

viciously energetic soul.

Through my love I can see

those hips that rocked me

swaying,

dancing,

free.

True beauty.

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Published: Jul 4, 2010
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