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May 24
I keep thinking about my father,
While I don't return his calls,

I keep thinking about my mother,
While I'm too busy to visit,

I keep thinking about my brother,
While we both are too busy:
Paper plans thrown like confetti
Hoping one might eventually
Happen without my knowing
Phenomenological
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