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  • Cosette Brazeau

A Larksong From the Frontlines

Dear Darling,

I die without you.

There’s no denying a clean desire

of wanting to hear you dream.

Cradle me in a sigh, I wish to live around you

I’m faithful to the fabrics of your first-rate fantasies

and hopeless when I hope for you.

Clouds and gossip gather

Let me paint you with the sky

I see no life in young men’s eyes

The fields all looking soulless

The moment I return to you

Is the moment I become for you

The madness I enjoy with you

Wrap me in your arms

I wish to live forever.

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