Torn


Maybe if we had met

When we were in another life

As cats

Perhaps

This projectile

Gives me peace

If only I could

Break all ties that bind

Or if I had the worldliness

Of some Unknowing tourist

Your cousin lost an eye

I’ve lost my wits

Fighting a dictatorship

From within

Free Syria, Libya, Egypt-

Everyone rise and fail better

Fear in every facet

I knew she was complicit

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