“I watch it crack and I follow,
Don’t know why it is so hollow
To fall slowly in the unknown
Hearing sounds I’ve always known.

Plain tragedy sounds so mellow
Like bad poetry matching yellow,
As two lovers in a sunflower field
Writing rhymes that with a kiss are sealed.

It all fades but I’m still wounded
Open in the middle of the battlefield
With nothing left besides my bruises,
But strength remains to raise my shield.”



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