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Sep 2019
Mother slept on a floor for years
with thin, withering sponge as a barrier between her and cheap carpet
in a room of no purpose
and yellowing walls.
Her harsh streams of smoke
comfort the child,
focused wildly on used coloring books
and certain this is Mother's preference.
Amela Kovacevic
Written by
Amela Kovacevic  21/F/Louisville, KY
(21/F/Louisville, KY)   
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