pick and throw
this stone
could it crack the tanks?
could it heal my pain?
could it built back my
home?

wish it stops bombing and miss
maltreat the stampede as me
I'm tired of flouncing

for this face i pray
calmness with morsel
who are you is me
perorations are
blast...

[edited by kuceng]

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