Whether or not I live to see her face,

Whether or not she ever exists,

I must not let her down.

I must not tell her I looked away from evil.

Or that, having looked away,

I covered my ears, too.

No.

I tell her now I fought,

Whether she feels the earth wet beneath her,

Or sees the last of sunsets.

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