I Found Myself Watching Our Kids Play

It is something we can create, a misunderstanding.
A laundry list of grievances, stuck in the gap. Do you

like fear, bleeding? Nothing happened.
People still don’t care. Take the triumph,

fly

on the eastern coast of history, battling the blazes
together. Shoot at moving targets, almost forgotten.

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