for two years and counting
damn
what counting? the blessing? the stressing?
or the kissing?
he's the only one missing
in war
and hissing
in war
and hissing
only found in dreams I dream
only not missing in dreams I dream
the soldier
my heart's holder
who sat me on fire
who’s got the power
who’s got the power
I slept to the thought of war
I slept to the thought of him with a scar
and what’s more
I woke up to a real sound of an ambulance nearby
predating, anticipating, waiting...
predating, anticipating, waiting...
could I contact him? not at all
who said I was hallucinating?
it was all real
all this was real
the man
the war
the car
the scar
all this was a dream
and real
and real
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