Assassination of Love
bullets split sides
pristine blame
magic disappears the doves
peace is a wounded hope
its life’s blood
shedding red splotched feathers
a molting desire
to come together
seems to have flown away
a dead wish.
erin-cilberto
9/13/25
The bullets killed the innocents of love represented by you, using the doves. Like this
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j.
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And thank you for the welcome to the site.
j.
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