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Casualty of War

by John Kent
I saw her eyes dark and flushed,
too many nights, too late the day.
I saw her skin in shadowed light,
smooth but used, her body worn.
I saw the marks made on her breast,
by heaving bodies in the night.
I looked outside, I saw the dark,
I saw the war etched on her face.
Doe-eyed beauty lying bare,
another casualty of war.
I held her gently in my arms,
I told her sleep, I'll keep you safe,
go dream your dreams of yesterdays.
Doe-eyed beauty, sleep tonight,
Tomorrow I go back on line.

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