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Sep 2016
there is no age in which a mother forgets her child;
i think their heart beats connect like SONAR

the child types furiously in one room as the mother
tosses and turns hearing each letter as loud as a gun
shot
my mom walked in the room after i finished typing this
oui
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   Little Bear
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