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Where once a bright bouquet
of summer roses bloomed,
where once a smile like morning sun
radiantly lit the room,
now only an empty vase stands..
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I’ll never hold you in my arms
as I would a mortal man,
But through the words you give me
beside you I can stand.
I’ll never waltz..
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As the young man buckles the last strap, and slips on an oversized coat,
he praises Allah for being chosen the one to kill these infidel folks.
..
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now
spineless
flowing free
moving, soaring
without protection,
jettisoned, discarded,
carelessly tossed
to the wind,
freefall
wow!
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