otherselfA Poem by Daniel Atkinson
when the tanks and trucks had faded beyond the border and the soldiers in the mud had started to swell color came back to me and i felt the heat of tears the thoughts that had protected me were worn with use and they hadn't much strength left in them and i let the tears come they did and stayed for a long time. my otherself was dead and i felt her die alone in the rubble and ash she cried out for me and i didn't listen.
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