Like a tired yawn abandoned
A tirade against abrasive angst
Some wars never end and
Most days I would ask her why
Is this it
Is this the end
What if they never
Fully comprehend
What if every day
Is the first day
The same day
The same pain
Some wars never end as
We reawaken to the human
Condition, every pain drawn
On the canvas of inexperience
Her answers in truth
Baffled me much,
Her eyes and the oceans
I found equally soothing,
Her answers befell me
Truly
Some wars never end
Some truths are equally lies
Some dream awake while others
Die
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