They died young
both my dog and my god
And if my wish would have just one alive
my wish would be my dog…

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The butchered dead lie
broken heads and bodies broken
strewn miles along the olive groves
I don’t recall the earth ever said…

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I could tell you
who you are…

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On the road
besides the river
by the mountain
by the sea…

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He
restless sailor knew…

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Broken leaves
drift through life’s silent corridors…

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