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Nights, when my cigarettes burnt.? Nights, with my moon in grief. Nights, when my sheets went cold.? Nights, with my pillows lost.? Nights, when my poems bleed.? Nights, where…
Short poetry about war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war and violence. What is left? The dead will not rise. War steal the best from us. Who remember the… Continue reading
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