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
PoetryIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
