What goes through your mind? A child, wide-eyed with fear and anger,. Crouched, running on the dusty streets,. Past the ruined homes of friends,. No, that one was too big,. Another fits inside the palm. You see this through your sights. You aim for the head. After a late night shifting road cones. A maudlin sonnet praising the sky. Floated free from the gap between.

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Whether human or monster, we have plunged our swords into everything that we possibly can.

Number of people who lurked. But, sometimes, I still hold back and not talk a lot about it.