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[title] => Mother
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[bodytext] => I know it was better when full but I enjoyed the consumption and now there is nothing left. Just an empty can. I want to squeeze it hard just to get a response but that just renders the useless ugly; So I place it with the others, unharmed on a half soaked table, watching tv I get up for a pee, passing the mirror on the way. Knowingly. This time, I no longer see me. It looks back. I/'/m one of many, but only one. I cried at the funeral but not before; not when you were in that bed, and we had to decide. Well Me? I was too sensible, too objective too empty. My memory wears thin. All is grey. My love for you is lost in polaroid. I have no remedy, and don/'/t yearn for one. This is me This is now I am of no heart (which would break it). Where do I go from here? I don/'/t know. I/'/ll start with the fridge. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 51 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
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