said you used to be fun
said you used to be alive
but
her eyes were filled with insects
her tongue had been cut out by soldiers
are you tired of this?
fear is understandable
the days grow shorter and the
sunlight more precious
i lose track of the distances between
the people i love
from the shore you can
almost see the next piece of land
can see that the bridge
doesn’t quite reach
we have been told that the
next war will solve that
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