War's murmurs

Melancholic dissipation

Draws a breath. Slow, lingering.

Breathe

Weapons of the heart

Fight weapons of society

By which do we suffer the most ?

Red flows of the flesh

Slithering on broken pavements

Lives brushed away

In the midst of the thunderstorm.





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