Looking for cover in the fallout
The flower blooms of cluster bombs
The terror of our lives
The allure of disasters.
Spoiling for the rod and thankful for the scars
Anything to remember me by.
Narcissistic psychopath
These kisses aren’t contracts
Crystaline Machinations
And the subtlety of locomotives
Pounding in my head
A one-eyed
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And the play on words in the first line of the second stanza keeps getting better.
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