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Mother who falls / past me, who wants / what I cannot give her, / the peace I never found. / I never stopped looking / for you. In every woman. / In every day that sooner / or later let me down.
By Sy SafranskyFebruary 1994Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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