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Searching for someone who died on the web is a
helpless, woeful exercise.
Begging a machine for a trace of my mother, possibly a glimpse, a word,
I realize I feel like a small child
left alone in a shopping mall.
Since she is gone I have not been the same.
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Searching for someone who died on the web is a
helpless, woeful exercise.
Begging a machine for a trace of my mother, possibly a glimpse, a word,
I realize I feel like a small child
left alone in a shopping mall.
Since she is gone I have not been the same.
( Read more... )
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