puncturing the earth with your spades,
pulling the stitches out of damp soil
know that this is not for us,lowering our fractured vessels
chiselling surnames and regiments
know that this is not for us,we have already gone to war
will you do the same?
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(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )