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I understand, sweetie.
Parched for a different life.
Thinking through what-ifs,
brokenness of reality,
audacity of US.
And you make so much light in me.
Even if no children come from our us.
I ask again,
Does the moon opt
To shine differently on
Those who are born elsewhere
call it an extermination campaign
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You were in line at the grocery store and you all were talking about the price of eggs
It was early evening and already dark outside with heavy snow clouds
The polar vortex preparing its second onslaught