Deeply Departed

October 18, 2009
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Old friends off to war,
You glower at me through your battle scars.
You stabbed me once, without thinking twice.
I shot you down; make it thrice,
Your face a stunning resemblance,
As I collapse to the ground.
The dirt scatters up,
ied flesh,
I'm bound.
My brown hollow eyes look to you,
I wish I could utter, 'See you in a few.'

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