We are dancing in between the tiny droplets of rain
In the hope that it will drench us enough to wipe off the mistakes,
The traumas of our past
Hoping against hope that our sins will slide off our bodies
This war,
This playing in the mud praying we don't get dirty
This walking on pieces of glasses
Believing we won't leave parts of us behind,
Our blood dripping on sharp stones
Honestly,
We need more wine.
©aokojuma
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