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I get so bored sitting around in city-sandboxes digging the sand, hearing the other parents say "no kilian, don't hit the little girl on the head with the showel" if it wasn't for the little girl being pretty good company after all i would have turned into a sour plum. today i went to UN Plaza only to stand in the doorway of the crowded room where ( Read more... ) -
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Searching for someone who died on the web is a
helpless, woeful exercise.
Begging a machine for a trace of my mother, possibly a glimpse, a word,
I realize I feel like a small child
left alone in a shopping mall.
Since she is gone I have not been the same.
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