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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