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gun her down.
she smiles so sweet.
here touching on my arm, it was prickling my thoughts,
but midway was lost by the enemy
who was just as human, and vain, and us.
just as loving, we miss how really similar they all are, the smiles so sweet
as us. the need for a touch, the wanting. able and fortune-seeking, unmired
in the edges of.
but i have a president and she had an emperor.
and with shells bigger than i'd admit to,
the shots rang out across waters
and drowned a pilot-like love.
and i'll cry knowing she was all the lovely i could have wanted.
and more wise than i could claim to.
brutality in the comfort of loneliness. patriotic bitterness wins again today.
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