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you are my stolen girl.

you are now a twelve dollar
bargain soldier’s bride.

to say you are really beyond price
reflects again you as commodity.

to say you are really my sister
removes you from me again.

to say you are really missed
redeems me not you.

we can only understand
each other through wide eye
terrors and welcome home hugs.

my arms are now empty.

your absence deepens.

i think i love you.