Images I Cannot Forget
I was four
and felt I died before
in that inclined place
nothing but space
I ran up to hug my mom
in a haze of deaf and dumb...
...it was not her...
it was my mom from before...
combing her hair was a task
as I could not believe she was just a mask...
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