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Another

Today there was another girl

Seventeen and brave,


the pool is colder

than the air


My mother forgets and

pours wine instead of

grape juice

Into my little flute


My father,

cried for the first time

in front of me-


I didn't know he could.


We look at photos of the

capital

its little beauties

that wouldn't have survived


 
 
 

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