The start of the war.
The full stops were dotted everywhere meaning something…
The explosions in the distance were chasing me like exclamation,
The sound of singing birds smashed out with bullets!!
The fear flew around like a cold,
The intersect people laying asleep.
The touch of ice seizing up your joints,
“Bang, Crash”
Exclamation marks everywhere,
The pain from war makes you drip wine,
Full stops everywhere raining on me…
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