my mind is
a claymore
the etching
on the broken
shell reads
face toward
the enemy
so i direct
the explosion
inward in an
effort to
spare those
who are actually
important to me.
my mind is
a claymore
the etching
on the broken
shell reads
face toward
the enemy
so i direct
the explosion
inward in an
effort to
spare those
who are actually
important to me.
Such a strong poem! Wow.
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