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| I lost you, mother.
With my eyes wide open.
On that Omaha-beach,
I tried to die for you'
goddess.
Maya-poison
on my brain.
I lost an eye
in that battle
on Glastonbury Hill.
Where the darkest of crows
kill the dying.
Eat you said.
And I did.
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