Black
Black is Black
Nights in Vietnam
And Laos, Cambodia
Are dark and alone
Even surrounded by others
Nights are black
Like the song of the day
“Black is Black”
And a “Dear John”
Not the best Timing
The night is black
You could piss your pants
No one would know.
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