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Dec 2019
I just found my mother
who she is
what mother means
to her


her whole world is
her motherworld
and we are her children


and I
her son
though
I was never her son
at the beginning

55
years
of
pain


and now
I see her
finally
at 89
totally
dissembled

unearthed
to be
buried

under the earth

dear God
restore us
to regularity
without humiliations
jiminy-littly
Written by
jiminy-littly  M/NYC
(M/NYC)   
79
   Bogdan Dragos
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