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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 02, 2009 12:06 am
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<br />Rice paper doorways,
<br />glow with the faintest light.
<br />Shadows play to a chorus
<br />of throaty bamboo flutes.
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<br />I was the happiest with her.
<br />They called it war,
<br />I called it love.
<br />They said we would win,
<br />so I never lost.
<br />They ordered me to leave her...
<br />And I did.
<br />Afterwards,
<br />and still....
<br />I feel her.
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<br />I know that the heart really bleeds.
<br />That it's not just a figment of love,
<br />but the most vital instrument of life itself.
<br />I'd do it all again.
<br />The fear,
<br />the sounds of night exploding,
<br />and the killing.....
<br />if I could hold her once more,
<br />and die in love.
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