Strawberry Fields

Strawberry fields

Hold the fruits of nostalgia

In the summer sun.


Blood Spilled

In the red sun rise

Nobody is left unscathed.

Even the clouds bleed.



Take a moment and

Let your imagination

Make an end to the



Scale the wall and

Win the war. Build a door and

Never fight again.



The thin, aging lines

In my heavy, swollen hands

Torment youthful thoughts.



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