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THE SOLDIERI imagine a dream
in which Im a soldier,
and Im walking
on the faces of dead women,
and everyone Ive left behind me.
Its the year when
the troops entered the 39th parallel.
Its the year when some poet said
we must love, or accept the consequences.
I want you to share every pinprick of guilt
that I have felt.
Then send me home restless.
Send me home damaged.
Send me home dispossessed.
Send me home damaged, and wanting.
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