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  • Lorraine Johnson

[50] You Came To Go

And in the hue of a night, the drum played

—it played from its resting place,

upon the soul of my simple, seeking self.

And in the light of a day, two friends part,

a war begins, and together they are no more.

And in the distance, the echo of truth still sings.

You came to go. You came to go.


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