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Click heredoes she purpose
what he sees
can she know
his blistered knees
everyday chores
that started wars
made men babies
and fattened whores
when ivory curves on red
story lines of nothing said
leans her gently over bed
places pillow under head
pistol dripping molten lead
killing softly till they're dead
feasting maggots
on unnamed flesh
writhing through mazes
of mold & mesh
taking advantage
of youth & beauty
blowing loads
under no-one's scrutiny
justified inside
by shells & shrapnel suicide
he merely seeks a place to hide
what's wrong with that he lies, she lies
and who gives a fuck besides, denies
groans & moans then screams & cries
goes on for years, seems to hypnotize
decades fading
and drying leather
forgetting faces
but following weather
she looks forward
and sees them run
skipping through fields
under summer sun
hardly remembers
the men on ships
can't seem to fathom
those ivory hips
doesn't recall
the smells or the tastes
were there really so many
was it satin or lace
dreams and shadows
mixing with pills
blankets on memories
leaving some chills
but in all their eyes
if she focuses real steady
some silhouettes will form
"grandma, can you hear me...your tea is ready"
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