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Aug 2016
I almost forgot your  face.
I thought I was you.
My reflection as motherly.
Spitting image they called me.

I walk with ten holes in my body,
My limbs held together by your wisdom
My mind held together by your heart.

Stretched out hands
But still ever so far apart.
Thinking of my mother. RIP
Abby
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Abby  Arizona
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