Your innocent face radiates tranquil light,
As the sunset captures your gracious outline.
Peaceful and persevere,
Nothing disturbs your calm gaze,
So fixed at the void
Even the broken legs seem non-existence.
Many a moment pass without sighing,
But it's here,
Now,
The irrelevant moment of bombing inflames agony,
Fleshy and bloody,
Being condensed into the ugly joint on your legs.
A nightmere is just a bad dream,
Resting tentatively on your scar,
Perhaps,
It is laughing at you discreetly.
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