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Battlefield Surrender

I am empty

she drank me up

sipping away 

from a plastic cup

a life turned inwards

feeding scraps

from a book 

when opened

crumbles 

in the light

 

cheap red ink

washed away 

down the sink

pure heart tainted

dissolved into

hands

holding fragments 

of jigsaw pieces 

or tiny swords 

in an unjust war

a silent peaceful

battlefield surrender

 

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