August 15, 2019 · 11:24 pm
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Japan, 1944

The waves were crashing on the shore;

It was a lovely sight.

The fireflies caroused with me

Amidst the starry night.

The sand, still warm with faded sun,

Was soft beneath my feet.

Then my house was firebombed

By the US Pacific Fleet.

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