Sugar on rocks
weapon in hand
a cigarette to melt the boils.
she spoke to me
a riddle of words, my numerous appeal
when she smiled
the war had stopped
the sirens shut down
the children, for first, started to talk.
"Let go." She would later say.
So I did.
And now, sulfur in hand
smoke in mouth
lies on tongue
i tell her i love her.
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