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Not Liberation

Not Liberation

A knife slips inside her

A key, a nail, invading

Separating her from

Herself.

Army in a foreign land.

Not the oneness hoped for.

Not the building of something greater.

No joining, nor meshing,

Just cavalry and swords.

This is not liberation.

Innocence, or something like it, destroyed by hunger,

As fields by troops.

Submitted by opuseditor on Thu, 2006-03-09 03:15.
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