ice-cream
We abandoned yesterday,
Threw shadows
into the sky,
And bombed them
The moment they touched the ground.
Splashed bodies,
Cracked open with
A heart shaped like GREED,
Dead cold and,
As hard as ice.
We saw our faces,
Dripping with the sweet,
Red creams we called
DREAM
or more often its alias
DESIRE.
There was no blood.
And nobody got killed
Except ourselves.
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