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By Suzanne Westhaver
They attack the root,
Killing from the bottom until the surface,
Sustenance cannot be found.
I think of you,
On the hood
As stars shoot across the Haitian sky.
Wonder what nourishment failed to reach you?
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Document last modified on: 01/06/2007