Back to the front

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I carry a Mills grenade in my right hand

Life pulled the pin from it a while ago

Without my wavering grip, it will explode

My flesh and blood to scatter where I stand

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Lemon

Just like a lemon, hard pressed at full squeeze

My heart gives up its juice at every beat:

Under the bitter weight of love dismissed,

Of life’s dismantled dreams and dark defeat.