“ARMISTICE” 20 October 2003

I am a mushroom cloud
A naked flame
As the rain fell down
Life becomes the same
It all came to pass
The day you’d leave
When it came at last
Almost as a relief

On the ropes, I’m
Off the rails and
Your allegations are
Hallucinations
Our love is over
Our love is through
Let us settle this score
There’s nothing left for you

But an end to our war.

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