You came in gently
Graceful as the dawn
You left with gnashing teeth
But you didn't leave alone
Flowers that once bloomed
In your peaceful heather
Laid on a casket
On the second of September
Damn you August
And what you gave
The time that follows behind you
Feels this bitterness the same
You splintered its promise
All these years left to come
What can they offer now
But the scent of napalm
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