Ceasefire
- 7 days ago
- 1 min read
This morning I woke up bleeding
Again this
Aged war
Shallow breaths, clawing trenches in my face
The dog came down to sleep
Wrapped tigh against himself He'd
rather be near
And cold
My hands build a soft home and he
Drifts to where we all go
And for a while I lay down my arms
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