See You in Seattle - Flipbook - Page 8
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I dropped the first Love bomb
but you showered me
with grueling endearment,
Florence kisses and napalm.
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When I get caught in the rain, I still hold my breath.
I loved her.
She was Napoleon.
She smelled of life
and brought caravans of death.
I held her like a hostage
in a winter field,
branded and scarred,
blistered from a road
traveled too far.
She was a killer
and I loved her like a hostage.
