I look at my mother as though she is
a burning building and I am tasked
to run inside grabbing as much
of her as I can before she is ash and
I am stepping on the singe of memory,
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I look at my mother as though she is
a burning building and I am tasked
to run inside grabbing as much
of her as I can before she is ash and
I am stepping on the singe of memory,
Read it in Blue Stem