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Purple Ink
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Night I look over my shoulder,
I can’t expect it to get much worse,
Napalm on this frozen abyss,
I’m burned and frozen at the same time,
Euphoria is just across the channel,
But I can’t swim this broken heart,
Shattered feet, I can’t run away.
So this is what war is like,
There’s no heroism, no glory,
Just the fear that makes my fingernails bleed,
And the anger that can’t be expressed diplomatically,
With words, unless that’s what you consider this,
A treaty written in purple ink of bruises
On a white flag.
