The world is full of empathy,
and other words to round up my vocabulary
Feeling is not some kind of tragedy
a refreshing play where we all end up dead;

And your apathy
translates to me as
land mines in my favored field,
a garden built to make me heal,
I wish to plant my deflowers
but every flower is perishing
because there’s gun powder in the dirt.

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