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land of “one-blast-a-day” punishes innocent and guilty alike, simultaneously and usually with the same weapon. Some call them collateral damage, a case of wrong place wrong time, an unavoidable price. Others deny any civilians are being hurt, their fate thus proof of their guilt. Some make the headlines, others are mourned in private; but most remain unsung martyrs or forever traumatized For those watching it on the news, a ticker; for the live witnesses, a close call. But, for those who suffer, it is lives that haven’t been lived, wants that are still hopes and unfinished dreams blown away into a waft of thick black smoke rising from charred flesh.
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You extend (your hand) in an attempt to grab me from somewhere. Anywhere. that you can. catch a hold of me.
But im slippery, you see. When I don’t want to be caught.
You stare (at me) in an attempt to recognize some part of me.
But I escape you. When I don’t want to be seen.
You have me already. My surface. It’s yours. I don’t think you could have any more. You or any one else.
The love of my life. You are. And yet (I’m not) Not one to give myself whole. To anyone. I keep myself for me.
It comes easy to me. This notion that we give our selves away in pieces. [CompartmentalizeOurselvesToKeepUsWhole]
I hope you believe me.
It’s not me you seek, but yourself, somehow.
So I’ll keep myself for me… Though I thank you. for your love.
“Let us treat men and women well; treat them as if they were real. Perhaps they are.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson
A Letter I’ll Probably Never Send
Orange
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