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the world is sad the deaths are constant the heartbreaks are like twigs breaking beneath tiny childrens feet the catastrophic events are like birds flying overhead, swooping down occasionally the violence, like sparks from the fire that burns in all of us that fire burns within all of us until it doesnt it can suddenly flicker and it can grow colder and colder till is coal and cold i wonder if the birds beaks like the taste of tiny childrens feet if the sparks fuel the joyful jog of children till the beaks swoop down and eat them whole i wonder if the forests fires scare the birds into the air swarms flying flying flying air full of beating wings children crying people screaming bodies falling bodies lying birds swooping birds eating bodies dissapearing smaller bodies wondering small cries fill the air crackles of fire join them hear the sound smell the smell I hear it makes some ill But Im so used to it by now ive stopped plugging my nose the smell of charred flesh is near me surrounds me is me
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
charred flesh
the world is sad the deaths are constant the heartbreaks are like twigs breaking beneath tiny childrens feet the catastrophic events are like birds flying overhead, swooping down occasionally the violence, like sparks from the fire that burns in all of us that fire burns within all of us until it doesnt it can suddenly flicker and it can grow colder and colder till is coal and cold i wonder if the birds beaks like the taste of tiny childrens feet if the sparks fuel the joyful jog of children till the beaks swoop down and eat them whole i wonder if the forests fires scare the birds into the air swarms flying flying flying air full of beating wings children crying people screaming bodies falling bodies lying birds swooping birds eating bodies dissapearing smaller bodies wondering small cries fill the air crackles of fire join them hear the sound smell the smell I hear it makes some ill But Im so used to it by now ive stopped plugging my nose the smell of charred flesh is near me surrounds me is me
#tragedy#life#sad
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Remmy
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
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