Armies

Armies

Armies
Hundred thousand armies,
which all carry your name.
Pretty little armies,
which penetrate my mind.
Hundred, thousand, a million armies,
they're all inside my brain.
Armies, which occupy a little land,
on a dark place in my head.
Those pretty little armies,
which capture my whole life.

(December 2009)

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