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For a friend in pain
There is a woman in Turkmenistan
who's learning English. Her lush eyes are dark
her skin is brown and soft. There is a mark
on one cheek from hot oil. She has a plan
to study Dickens. She has no idea
she'll meet and love you. She's a fiance
though hasn't let him name a wedding day.
If you die now, she will not shed a tear
Tomorrow will be warmer, or if cold
it might be brighter or have driving rain
that glitters on the air. I know that pain
makes these not matter. I know you've been told
there's comfort. But I'll say this, do not die,
be found with flies licking at one dead eye
There is a woman in Turkmenistan
who's learning English. Her lush eyes are dark
her skin is brown and soft. There is a mark
on one cheek from hot oil. She has a plan
to study Dickens. She has no idea
she'll meet and love you. She's a fiance
though hasn't let him name a wedding day.
If you die now, she will not shed a tear
Tomorrow will be warmer, or if cold
it might be brighter or have driving rain
that glitters on the air. I know that pain
makes these not matter. I know you've been told
there's comfort. But I'll say this, do not die,
be found with flies licking at one dead eye