met your mother
during the war
covered in bluebells
covering the foreign reports
what kind of love and lies
we lived through
too many sets of consciousness
have passed by pictures
the last remains
of Irises, radios and Roosevelt
and what we were told
were better days.
now we're pointed towards the exits
told to sell lightning to skeptics
like everyone whose
gets thrown to the sea.
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