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Monday, February 23 Dearest Mama, it is going to be 1 year since you have gone to a better place ... We still miss you sorely. In our houses of concrete, lingering are memories of you. Your strength and love so complete, any demise could not undo. What a brave and fighting spirit, the toughest pillar of support. Remembering you is our habit, as we watched the fight you fought. Though in our houses of concrete, all of which you no longer dwell, But now in the house of the Lord, that is where you're happy and well.
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Sunday, February 8 Strumming pains of memories, stifling the air around. Pressing months of sick thoughts, tarnishing angelic mounds. Weary of two-faced monsters, hounding my front and back. Angry at the mass oblivion, sincerity's what they lack. Patience is a well-known virtue, something I do not possess. Return of a flat retort, nothing more nothing less. So once again I say to you, let these words be your cue. |