Hiroshima

When each champagne cork is Hiroshima
And Nagasaki burns with every bang
How am I to tell what really matters,
And what's just startling – that time you rang
Me from New York to say you'd lost your mind;
You cried for three hours only to find
It safe and sound within your heart
Like keys in your pocket or
Spectacles on your head.


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by Matt