I know,
you can not digest it,
you have nerves
and you like to butcher me and slice me
thin kosher
or thick jelly crispy Prosciutto or Canadian bacon
type of ham.
so, why do you blame
eastern Taliban
for having
nerves.
I run away
from one type
of Taliban
i found myself
with a cheek
well dressed ones.
is there any difference
or
i have to apologize to
myself
for being self-mislead and mistaking
America
for
being
another
West Afghanistan.
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