November Frost (2005)

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a bumblebee floating beneath my heart

jackets of crimson red poppies intended for me?  we shall see

i’ve wandered around long enough

my worries apart from my old suffering

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pull me from this maze of terror

that clichéd word of mass instruction fuels my abduction

from fate and my world is a mess

my thoughts have no sense in them

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yes, i’ve fought for my country

yes, i’ve borrowed my life

yes, i’ve been there and back

yes, i’m terrified

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Copyright L.M. 2005.  (Written November 11th, 2005.).

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