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I was called away
with no way to refuse
my lover, I must go today
my heart aches
I walk in anguish
dusty boots of lies
spoken, promises broken
sweet and sour pain rises
to my weeping tongue
a strangled cry
slides from my angry mouth
breaks the awful silence
help
I see her in torn war broke cities
her perfume mingles with acrid burn
stench of gunpowder ,
men’s scared stink
where she cannot be
The sight of her
a wonderful mirage
of pink and pretty green
a disappearing horizon
stabbing my weeping heart
help
I am returned
broken
wound up like a toy top
spinning down anger dissipates
I know different terrors now
love has long since past
death is eagerly anticipated
death will make the anger stop
America where are you now
help
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