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Imaged II

If you write me a love song
don't ruin it with flowers
sunset meadows stars and birds

write me as I am

my brittle eyes dripping ice
upon my breaking soul
scalding voice
upon scarred face
and hair of towering flame

 

 

 

Migrant

hero

past home

perspective

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