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Fading
by Richard TrotterCome to a sickly hunger
a scene both plain and distorted
where birds on the sparkling river
like fallen stars, thwarted
come to die and mimic
the sores of disaster courted.
Mercy killing thoughts
of bombers in the sky
and thinking of vacant beauty
in your face I'll cry
and even if I'm wasted
there is no need to try. 03/08/2003 Posted on 10/18/2006
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