deepest love and sympathy flowing river-like
from my empty arms to hers
natasha's mother died just this monday
two days for her, two months for me
and fourty-eight years later
the wounds still weep
in my aunt's eyes
fourty-eight years since her father died

it is a dark and stormy night


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