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Thursday, April 17, 2014
"Migrant Mother"
Sadness.
Hunger.
It smells of death.
Loss.
A joke.
This place is out of hope.
Frown.
Wrinkle.
Because their isn't anything for a smile.
Turn away.
Shy.
Nothing to say.
Done.
End.
Looks like its over.
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April 18, 2014 at 1:04 PM
The sparseness of the poem reminds me of the photo.
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The sparseness of the poem reminds me of the photo.
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