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All i know:
she is a non-smiling widow
with a single now-dead daughter.
Chance let me ask a question
to her - not holding the bar.
Now that you just loss
your daughter,
what do you call yourself?
The calmest answer
falls from her tongue:
"No lexical word can be found
the absence of word can be felt
like the absence of my child".
For the first time --
I felt,
the absence of color
the absence of color in life.
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A contest entry
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Sad but enchanting, this has good bones about it.
Love the lines:
The calmest answer
falls from her tongue:
"No lexical word can be found
the absence of word can be felt
like the absence of my child".
The last two lines of this poem are tearjerkers. ;_;
- Dray
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this made me cry. i've had it bookmarked for a while now. i love the title, so true...it works both ways...and makes me think of the child, that the mother is only thinking of her child still, after the loss, she is not thinking, i am without child, but my child is motherless.
you are amazing.
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Ahhh, this is quite lovely and poignant. Good luck in the contest, Scribe. 
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"Now that you just loss
your daughter,
what do you call yourself?"
- This is the perfect question to ask if you're given just one chance.
This is an amazing and very clever piece. Way to go kabayan, you blew me away like always. Salamat.
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Amazed.
Have I ever told you that your writing is an eclipse of beauty. This piece alone has a lamenting silence outlined through the pen.
You are stunning!
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