The senses capture, and the mind processes,
and the delusions come into existence, day
after day, from one day to the next, but do not
forget me, an intelligent boy, broken, scarred,
exhausted from the fight, exhausted, tired,
tired from the war.
Darling, do not forget me, your sweet lover,
lost, lost, lost, within his mind.
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