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Mother Croatia

She held me so tightly for thirty eternal minutes Without pause she whaled and screamed for her dead son, my best friend My shape was the same as his, maybe my smell Did she think I was him? She tightened her grip sobbing and crying I felt the water of her tears soak through to my skin The longest half hour of my life
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Jul 30, 2014
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