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  • sleep, darling, sleep, though the wilderness is burning
    the war outside, the nights of napalms, the knives from

    the sky, allow me, just this one final moment, this lullaby,
    where the rain tastes like sugarcane, under the thatch

    roof of our house, on bamboo stilts, let us forsake
    sorrow, the dark horizon, bloodstains, the clouds,

    for just this one moment, we will be like those children
    we once were, how shy, timid, my eyes, slanted

    down, the teacup, in my hands, trembled, spilling,
    onto your pants, my mother scolded me, but as the

    years flee, the cycle of the moon, becoming round
    then crescent, then round, we became man, woman

    but now you are leaving, my life is being halved by those
    with the mercy of iron, this war, we are like ants caught

    in a stampede of elephants, the bombs, bullets, i pray
    it will end soon, for i want to grow old, with you

    by the persimmon tree, in the shadow of jade mountains
    the hammock, and the rooster, the grandchildren, the fields of rice

    as plenty as your face.
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