A.Z. Foreman

Come let us fall in love toward one another.
The gunlight rises from the east and west.
Come to me, love. The world is all around us
The emptied shell of what we dreamed the best.

It's our Ground Zero in the steely cold
Twilight's last gleaming. Still by this scraped sky
Come let us be the world round one another.
Nothing is left but to love free or die. 

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