the war is over / a poem


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i'm breathing in the shadows

and they taste quite hollow

it's a void that captures me

in an infinite loop

of light and darkness.

eternal twins that hold hands

through earthquakes and nightmares.

 

i'm tasting the clouds

and they feel like honey.

a gold that leaves me blind

every time i jump, and start rising.

 

i became friends with every corner of myself

and now i can dance through the misery

and the mystery;

it feels good to wake up to peace.

 

now that the battlefields have been silenced,

the shadows are somewhat less hollow

and the clouds sweeter than ever. 

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