the longest touch
the sightless view
the tasteless love
of distorted words
lingers on forever
or holds a bullet close
the sound of a shot
will leave it all in tears
thinking wrong over right
blaming guilt over truth
having fear over feeling
only to die over and over again
-pretty much all my poetry i like to use a lot of metaphores and exadurated thought. So each one can be broken down in a different meaning depending on person
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