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Eyes of glass,
The stench of war,
We wait by the shore,
Hidden by the moor,
Blood in the meadows,
Stars in the sky,
You’d said you’d be there by my side
But in adversy
It’s nothing more than a lie
Years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, fleeting moments
Seconds free themselves from my grasp,
I draw my last breath,
As I lie on the grass,
Glassy-eyed.
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And a complementary doodle!
I don’t write that often, especially poems, but I was listening to TallyHall and for some reason wrote this.