I cannot say that because you left
I do not write about you anymore
but I am far away and motherless
despite you being the sky that sees me
it is scary, this replacement:
your face with one that's darker
speaks only one language, one you don't really like much
strange this replacement
of the bad for the goods that I found
strange this replacement, not for its oddity
but for me to have made it in the first place,
which is never habitual, or true.
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