war + dread,
half of them believe he made his bed.
bombs dropped from air-slicing plane wings,
all while he listens to angels sing
trying to remember his nobility -
he has a family!
and so he kisses his ring and says to me,
'just know, we always have reasons
to play with demons.'
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the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
