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Let the child breathe and the warm air flow This tragedy needed an end, we were too young To shoulder a battle devoid of arrows and bows Pity our play, meant short, already took long We lost precious blood to tie up a loose end  Rewritten distorted meanings of sadness and pain Bitter Loss over gain so we could make amends  We fast fed the pain, all we felt left, the main Let the sweet lemonades drain and burn away  We played possum to ourselves and died for real What killed us was a trick, what kept us at bay Was the solidity of death that couldn't be healed  Yet, by some misfortune  I kept an eye open To see these corpses walk every now and then.    26.10.17
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 10:32 PM UTC
Regression
Let the child breathe and the warm air flow This tragedy needed an end, we were too young To shoulder a battle devoid of arrows and bows Pity our play, meant short, already took long We lost precious blood to tie up a loose end  Rewritten distorted meanings of sadness and pain Bitter Loss over gain so we could make amends  We fast fed the pain, all we felt left, the main Let the sweet lemonades drain and burn away  We played possum to ourselves and died for real What killed us was a trick, what kept us at bay Was the solidity of death that couldn't be healed  Yet, by some misfortune  I kept an eye open To see these corpses walk every now and then.    26.10.17
TinaRSH
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 10:32 PM UTC
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