She prays every night to God—there must be a way.
Your putrid face makes her eyes bulge in pity and pain.
In the morning, she's so loving and immovable just for you.
But in the night, she sheds tears tearing down her frail face.
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miLITAtion (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The everlasting commitment and the inevitable frailty of life.
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