I saw you there,
resting between the weapon and the last fallen resister,
counting the seconds until official independence,
hoping to be transported to a new identity,
your first love
waving a white flag from past’s shore
to what now seems like a stranger,
albeit
a dissolving vision of someone she used to know…
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Expertly done. And I wonder why love is always somewhere between war and surrender.
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Thank you, Roger. Hmm, compelling thought. So do I 🤔.
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