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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527800" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Her Mother's Dark Moments</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In one of her mother’s <br>dark moments </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of opening up <br>Clara’s mother had said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of the baby <br>which died </div><div style="margin:10px 0">after a few days <br>that she threw it </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the trash <br>before anyone </div><div style="margin:10px 0">could find out <br>about the darn thing </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you could <br>back then girl </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you could get away <br>with almost anything </div><div style="margin:10px 0">if no one knew a thing <br>about it </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then her mother’d <br>clammed up </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and go back <br>to staring into space </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as if she’d opened up <br>too much </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and Clara tried to imagine <br>what it must have been like </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to have done that <br>and she tried to picture </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her dead sister <br>lying amongst trash </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and what she looked like <br>and what colour hair </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she had <br>and her eyes </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when she was briefly alive <br>what colour they were </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and how they stared out <br>at the mother </div><div style="margin:10px 0">glaring back at her <br>not wanting </div><div style="margin:10px 0">not caring <br>and it all came back </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to that in the end <br>the wanting of being </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of love <br>and seeing he mother </div><div style="margin:10px 0">there just sitting <br>and staring </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and not wanting <br>and not caring </div><div style="margin:10px 0">just the occasional glimmer <br>in eyes </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that were becoming <br>darker and dimmer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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of opening up 
Clara’s mother had said 

of the baby 
which died 

after a few days 
that she threw it 

in the trash 
before anyone 

could find out 
about the darn thing 

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