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Disbanding
Pupil was on parole.
You abandon the inexhaustible
patience with increasing distance.
Everything was fading
when you look back.
The things, always return.
Like you did not carry a bundle
of postcards written
by your father, while emptying
the house.
His carved signature is still
printed in my brain.
Now my grand daughter saves
the e mails sent by me. The woes
of a pilgrim. A neutral passage
with no feel. Some day a glitch
will wipe out the treasure.
We have changed the costumes.
The inside has raw palisades.
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