the soldiers are mine too.
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they pour in
they keep streaming in
and the concentration
becomes a space
a breathing
a doing

it is the time
when it lights up
i've got myself
i've got a home
i've got an end that feels good

i'm not who i set out to be
but now
it just feels alright
i'm not going to try to be you anymore
i'm going to go home
close the door
and listen to the music
until the final dawn
takes me to the deeper home.
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(c) Fleur de Vie Weinstock, 2006.