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Feb 4
I watched my grandmother die one night--

just a little, but not for Chaplin, the old

boot. It was late. The dour announcement

Appeared on a flickering Tube.

It was Marilyn they’d ****** on.

Antonia let go of something then.

Her hope, I think.
Written by
Perry Reis
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   Immortality
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