Arythmic beats.
Distant touches off that…have been
slightly enjoying the sound of arythmic beats.
War is the peace we all need,
waking up among the cold sheets
no body, no warm chills.
Nights spent in despair, breathing cold air,
getting freaked out,
ready not for another round.
Sometimes hating what we can’t find,
loves wishes left behind.
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