Poems from tycooperaow

Fat Man and Little Boy The fear of the world’s end bellows In impending furnace of radioactive fire Since the atrocity of 1945 Two spirits...
Trapped in a perpetual circulation of thinking, New things occur everyday of those things shouldn't consume your precious time Fantasies,...
Many lives abruptly taken Leaving the world crushed and aching Driven by a corrupt ideology Or just a psychotic philosophy Their actions...
You've held my my hand whilst thus far, Barricading my innocence from the outside world, Preventing me from the "exploding" star, Casting...
The world is extravagant, Knowing that you are only across the Earth's blue blanket, It's an adventure worthy of the valuable trinket, ...

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