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The Emigree
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Sivagami Kuthalalingam
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sun
light
mutter
death
hides behind
me
I can't
get
it off my
tongue
like a
hollow doll
That child's
vocabulary
glow
even clearer as time rolls its tanks
I am branded by an
impression
it may be at
war
, it may be sick with
tyrants
The
worst
news I receive of it can not
break
sunlight -
clear
There
once
was a country