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The awkward moment she says it backThe awkward moment you bump into a girl randomly,
The awkward moment when you fumble while trying to pick her books up,
The awkward moment you stumble upon words while trying to say something to her,
The awkward moment that girl becomes one of your best friends,
The awkward moment you've been in love with here for 3 years ever since you met her,
The awkward moment everyone thinks you guys are a couple and you wish it was true,
The awkward moment she replies that were only friends,
The awkward moment another friend jumps in and questions the both of you about your relationship,
The awkward moment you both say you like each other,
The awkward moment the friend says to the both of you to date,
The awkward moment you look into your friend eyes and she looks back and kisses you,
The awkward moment you're dating your best friend and she doesn't know how much you care about her,
The awkward moment you call her beautiful and she says she's not used to being called that,
The awkward moment when
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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