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Shouts and Breathes
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Doomed to die,
I learned to enjoy the sound of explosives.
My tears are fireworks,
my sorrowβs a guide.
The streets are the war scenes and
I wonβt put up a fight.
My thoughts in slow motion,
buildings falling apart,
your face on the banners,
but someoneβs tearing it down.
And so, it starts,
I become the dispassionate observer of your eyes,
again.
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