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Jan 2014
we are all products of war
we learn to fire missiles
of flaming metal words
at anyone when we feel
empty

we never see the impact on the landing site
but we feel the bullet holes when they are fired back

I just want a peaceful exchange

but my generation lives for combat
Written by
Joanna Grace
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