the cliff turned into sky
and the clouds to dreams
whose silken threads touched me
and i
f
e
l
l
the cliff turned into sky
and the clouds to dreams
whose silken threads touched me
and i
f
e
l
l
because we cannot do this again.
we are tired of giving our lives up
so you can play at governance.
we are tired of pretending that war is a toy
you can wind up and watch. 28.5 million lives
some people stay up to ring in the new year,
watch it burst like a glittery balloon
over the midnight horizon, count down the seconds
til it starts over again. they dress up,
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