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You were not choosing the right words, being reticent

Would you bear the cost of peace, if there was

Your algorithm has failed.

You shut to it― the window, on watching

My logic was not a part of belief.

Reigniting blood moon, I have come to

You always said, violence was in you. Everything was dying

Without shadow an agony, slits me open.

Like a lingering doubt, the moon stood on the maple tree

The city was going to fall. An earthquake?