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Luring the 'fearless'
The tips careening,
outwards to meet my cheek bones,
barbed words tilt them down.
How are those insults?
That you seek shelter behind,
luring the 'fearless'.
Hate is a kind word,
suffocated irony
and longing loathing.
Spitting out your fire
preaching of your proud war wounds,
The next victim wails.
How much you went through?
Yes, yes, of course we hear you...
what about 'us' ghosts?
Maybe you see red
you forced the blue down my throat.
Admit it? Pathetic.
You had it coming.
outwards to meet my cheek bones,
barbed words tilt them down.
How are those insults?
That you seek shelter behind,
luring the 'fearless'.
Hate is a kind word,
suffocated irony
and longing loathing.
Spitting out your fire
preaching of your proud war wounds,
The next victim wails.
How much you went through?
Yes, yes, of course we hear you...
what about 'us' ghosts?
Maybe you see red
you forced the blue down my throat.
Admit it? Pathetic.
You had it coming.
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