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Lydda, when she closes her eyes, has traded one war zone for another.

The girls got drunk, danced to Russian karaoke under disco-light glitz.

I was opposed to the taking of human life. I was opposed to all war.

My job requires me to make things disappear like a Vegas magician.

won’t you celebrate with me that every day has tried to kill me

Without a working title, a poem could muddle meaning, confuse purpose.

No one else ever seemed to mind working side-by-side a murderer.