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Awaqkening

Saw her every day at the outskirt of the town
when delivering newspapers,
she was tall, dark, intense eyes, walking
hand in hand with her daughter,
who, at fifteen, was pale imitation of her mother

From Romania, people said, the president there
had shot her husband dead, and thrown him
down a borehole, band her from returning, maybe
she and her daughter were spies.

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