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I am the dust here;
I cannot carry your...
they condemn us with bibles
pictures of fiery pits...
A dog barks and wags its stump
of a tail when its master returns...
The day is finished, and
she didn’t say goodnight the way...
Stop using your
tongue to speak...
"Ready for warfare?", my mind antagonizes.
"I wasn't created for battlefields", my heart insists.
My heart is sick with grenades.
Sometimes you have to work on protecting yourself more than your desire to protect others.
by c. a. williams
by Courageous Dreamer