Poem – Wonderland

Butterflies and
heartless girls

sitting on a tree
cutting off
their body parts
swirling down like bees
time is running out for us
all we can do is cry
a soldiers poem
soaked with blood
its title, one word:
DIE


[ another favorite of mine ]

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