In cloying tones,
Round-eyed innocence
Looked up
From the ashes
Looked up from the torn scraps of city,
Looked up from the blood-stained pavement,
And asked me,
Though who was I to know,
Why?
Well, I write poetry, and I like to think I'm good at it. You should read them, Lots of people have said they're beautiful, And I like them well enough. So really. Read this blog.
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