The world
is sleeping with gun
under its pillow,
dreaming of fantasies
to efface sorrows.
𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦.
The world
is sleeping in terror.
This is the coldest war
of the year.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC
The world
is sleeping with gun
under its pillow,
dreaming of fantasies
to efface sorrows.
𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦.
The world
is sleeping in terror.
This is the coldest war
of the year.
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