Killer Smile



Pantoums!

I wrote one :D It had to use the rhymes moon/soon, loose/truce, and fear/sear.

A Conversation With the Moon, At Night, During War

I talk to the moon
All hell has broken loose
I will be dead soon
I’m not ready to call truce

All hell has broken loose
What is coming evokes fear
I’m not ready to call truce
Oh, I feel the pain sear.

What is coming evokes fear
I will be dead soon
Oh, I feel the pain sear
I talk to the moon.

:D

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