A bomb (not a bomb).
Exploded!
Destroyed.
Destroyed the city.
I'm not sad.
Survived (not a bomb).
Many died,
I survived.
I got away, and I'm not sad.
Many got injured,
I'm one of them.
It's a beautiful feeling!
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PuisiIf you like strange, chaotic and deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields.
