and it's in those times
that all my silent battles
were more deafening
than the wars we fought
and that the unrest of love
is a wound that i now long for
not just to feel the hurt
but the way it felt
for our bloodshot stares
and gunshot kisses
to take all the hurt away
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Unmuffled
Poetrya collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
