Weapon
Автор: Gabriel Дата: 20.09.2016 @ 15:40:36 Раздел: Произведения на чужд език
And all the wars
those eyes of yours
have started,
and all the gore
blown open in the hearts
like grotesque gardens,
by beauty, battle-hardened,
yes, all of this is lost to words;
none ever cross
the lips of worlds
exhaling in the fallout
following the meltdown.
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