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Four AM ForeverFour AM
for the end?
Circles. Just small, white circles.
What's the use?
What's the point?
Like the pills
like the end
Sweet nothings to calm and excite
I Love You
Hands, lips, all over me
Your breath on my cheek
Pressed hard against mine
Is it so wrong?
Whats all the fuss about?
Smiling and laughing and dancing without music
Times to visit in my darkest hours
Anger and hatred
Narrow-minded people deciding that two of the same gender cannot love
Cannot feel the same passion for one another that others can
Separated by society
Too much to take, there is no point in life
Then someone comes along, changes it all
Widens the gaze of the people
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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