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Our brothers are glad to be living.
Yet--without reason--
Bright youth scream in their sleep.
All undress the thoughts of their minds.
All fear when the candles are blown.
But look through the window;
There is peace in the sky.
Yet--without reason--
Bright youth scream in their sleep.
All undress the thoughts of their minds.
All fear when the candles are blown.
But look through the window;
There is peace in the sky.
My first attempt at blackout poetry.
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