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Mar 2015
I find myself in the palm of your hands and my only thought was you were never invited.

I was just another ******* country you visited without a passport

I was Pearl Harbor, Hawaii on December 7, 1941,
Showers of debris and dust,
You left me in the wreckage
destroyed
damaged

alone

But you came back and picked me up from the shambles only this time I did not feel whole

Pieces of me must have been left scattered beneath all the cement and rubble after the bomb,
your bomb

But I'm still here
picking up my own pieces

I never needed you in the first place
Natasha Quitano
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Natasha Quitano
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