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Flashback, Part Three
The Immigrant

Leaving Argentina ...

 

 

I didn't want

                  to leave,

 

my mother forced me to,

 

she put me

             on the plane,

 

 

 

and in doing so

 

 

she saved

my life.

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How I survived those years

I often wonder

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a few stars shined

                  in the darkness

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the stars of friendship...

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yet I was buried

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my true self had been buried

alive

under the debris of innumerable

stale

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unresolved

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forgotten

and not forgotten

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traumatic experiences

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