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2005-05-24 | |
The rains constantly fall
seems there's no relinquished moment
when the pattering drops cease their flow,
The little dirt roads covered in mud
Where trucks stick to the grind.
The skies are dark to the humid air
where we share this paradise of dreams
She lies upon the bamboo bed
Oblivious to the day.
Her long black hair
stretches out across
the moist, sweat dew filled skin
the little fan blows worth its lot
And leaves the air musky.
I come back here often
where the Delta flows rigid and hard
the songs of the night charge the place
fills me to the haunting abode where once I dressed
And laid my world upon her delicate form.
It's these memories that fill me,
ones that she partakes every role, every dream
Not the war, nor the raging, demented screams
That the jungle was truly known for.
No more her form abides the day
nor her dreams ever flood the passions play
She lays buried deep in fields unknown
dressed bare as first she came
Empty her carcass of bones.
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