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Mar 2018
It was in the war he died
wasn’t it?
The woman, ah my daughter
she says it was just the other day.
I remember those days.

How old is she now?
Eight? Eighteen? Twenty-eight?
Look at the flowers.
I remember the flowers.

Who is this boy with her?
He looks familiar, is he my son?
No, my son died when he was thirty-one.
I remember those days.

Stay for dinner, where’s the rice?
Where’s the water? Where’s the lights?
Do I know you? I can’t recall
I don’t remember anything at all.
Written by
Cornelius
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