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our mother singing /our father's name to the turn of the wheels

cried - bawling

Home /Home

the miles rushed back to the city - the street, the house, the vacant rooms

where we didn't live anymore

stared /at the blind eyes of a toy

All childhood is an emigration.

other are sudden. /Your accent wrong.

Your accent wrong.

Corners, which seem familiar, /leading to unimagined pebble-dashed estates