The War Cry

I am the glass vase you forgot to fill

With flowers last week. So let me be cold,

Let me be beautiful. Let me be clear.

I am the drawer you left open in your

Rush out the door. So let me be misplaced,

Let me be forgotten. Let me be clear.

I am the trash you will take out with the

Setting sun. So let me be soft and still,

Let me sleep through time. Let me wait for you.

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