Persona non grata.
No-one
To everyone
The zip code on the bottom of an envelope
-- A redundant currency.
An accident of birth
Making change out of time
Amidst the sensory dearth.
Gifted the perfect daughter
Who does not have to travel
Those miles on a heinous plain.
That place that awards unequivocal determination
By product of courage.
So even from her
I walk alone.
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