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March 2, 2019

To my parents

who had left me so early

I couldn’t see them clearly

Some day, evening or

all of a sudden

you will meet me

at the end of the tunnel

(as the ones returning from there had told).

And then you’ll ask me

if I’m sure

I’ve been happy?

I will say,

no, you can’t talk there...

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