I was a promising child
home as a war zone
I reconciled
grown men around
unknown or known
I remained
as their playground
my soul begrimed
one
stroke
at
a
time.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 7:50 AM UTC
I was a promising child
home as a war zone
I reconciled
grown men around
unknown or known
I remained
as their playground
my soul begrimed
one
stroke
at
a
time.
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