Fireworks
they die
but she tells me
these sounds of cannonade
are fireworks
when the titans mutate to red, violet, blue
they hit the ground
and specks of pain pull them further down
but she keeps me
and I am still awake
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Tearful Canvas: A Collection
PoetryA book of poetry. My very own twisted sanctuary - pieces of art, history, love, hate, and everything in between.
