Rain Greased Fulcrum- A poem by Tifa Marie Lockheart
How
am I
supposed to feel
when man hurts man again,
when all I
can offer
are these six little lines?
This is my Vietnam.

Rain Greased Fulcrum- A poem by Tifa Marie Lockheart
How
am I
supposed to feel
when man hurts man again,
when all I
can offer
are these six little lines?
This is my Vietnam.
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