The Coin

Whoosh

It turns, thick copper cuts the sky

Its wailing roars above me high

Will you live or will you die

Whoosh

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Splinter

I have this splinter in my heart. Cold and sharp, it makes me start. It has no business being there, I wish I could learn not to care. A proper person minds it not, Their woes, once felt, are soon forgot. They brush away their tears and smile, All is forgiven, in a while. But…

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