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My Loved One (Dedicated to our LGBT veterans, and those in danger abroad — Bless you all)

Written by Feminist Fatale

We fought together as one
in the stifling desert heat.
Our hearts beating fast,
we knew we could not accept defeat.

The enemy in the distance
was coming up quick.
He saw us!
The dust from the ground wasn't too thick.

We fired our guns
as best we could.
But they jammed,
and we were shot right where we stood.

The blood was running
all down her thighs.
When she finally got to the hospital,
they said, "I'm sorry, she has no time."

Now as she lay barely breathing
on her old cotton bed,
I hug her tight, and cry.
For my loved one is dead.

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