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Smilykid

Smilykid

Poems

  • Blood Heart

    The smoke drifts o'er As their masks shift Between the cards, there lies a rift Then a card falls to the floor And a gun in its lift Sends a ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read
  • Streetlight

    Something I just wrote about a year ago out of the blue. Don't think it's really that good, but, oh well.

    • Poetry
    1 min read


We are not to simply bandage the wounds of victims beneath the wheels of injustice, we are to drive a spoke into the wheel itself.
— Dietrich Bonhoeffer