The Summer I Stopped Worrying And Loved The Bomb

When I fear for my life
And the apocalypse
Is whispering nigh
I remember romance.

War can erase you
Me, a thousand stories
Innumerable 
Blood soaked sand.

Only thing left
Is to dance to love
Songs.

People never stop
Falling in love.
Took me many
nights
Pouring over paper
To fall in love
With myself

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