no name to call me
it is nothing personal
i am here
uncalled
i talk to the night
i tell her
please
send me an owl
to say my name
or a fox
to cross my way
and stop me
walking past
it is nothing personal
everybody talks about
peace
but i am not included
i am the one
left on the battlefield
to fight on
for a prayer
to nobody
but for love
and fairytales
it is nothing personal
when my skin cracks
and blood flows,
my ancestors
ride the clouds:
i cannot even cry
but it doesn't matter
when i go to die
there is only
sky
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