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Home for me is unseen and unreachable.
Friday, October 26, 2012
I hear
from the thin wall,
i hear my mother whipping.
before the sun rises, before birds chirps, before the milkman arrives, and before everyone stop dreaming.
she with her sorrowful eyes complains to the unseen force.
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