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the separation

mother, she scrawled in the sky.

nature, I replied.

and when the storms came

she didn't stay

and I died.

The separation of things

are obvious only when

not enough questions are asked

and doors are opened

without knocking

the winds will bring you to me,

she used to say

but the only thing they ever do

is remind me the direction

that she walked away.

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