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the future |
the war is over except for the suicide soldiers and the women with the fallen faces who've seen too much who feel everything and nothing all at once who dream eternity, black hole, bombs, the flash of lightning and the blindness that follows is war is war is war is a woman insomnia and a pistol war is passed out on the corner of 12th and south in a foot of snow and piss and diesel oil war is a suffocating vine, virginia war is a straight line where straight lines don't exist war is always personal and now that the war is over we learn that wars never end |