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in these words we live
He was the one who cried
when all said to me, that easy ciao.
Hence I’ve been persuading him,
don’t worry, you can stop now.
I know he’s tired, all spent,
for it has been decades,
he’s running; endlessly
bleeding as incised by blades.
I’ve been patting my heart,
today, since long.
For its rhythm seems uneven
and somewhat wrong
Nevermind that
Load up on guns, bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
!

V wrote a poem
It is called “Cold Waves”
— we think it is amazing!
and how thoughtful of you!
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