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Poetry

Each of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.

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by kirkpr19

by kirkpr19

Innocent lay dead,

with a bullet in their head,

stained as their wound bleed.

I can't fight the final wave,

all are gone I tried to save.

The ones I fought for,

are now victims to the war,

children laugh no more.

I wait for an empty peace,

before my short time will cease.