Torn by Songs of Fearfulness
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Auburn souls, afloat in my dreams,
Longing to escape to the zenith of joy.
Each of their heart beats whispered secrets to my soul,
Telling me their horrible wounds, left at the apex of their hearts, by
the Vietnamese communists.
Every syllable...every word, clear and monotonous,
Full of agony, anger and misery,
Forever, flooded my tiny universe.