The Drugstore
I stole a garden hid it from flames,
to try and keep just one thing alive;
Collateral carnage of war games,
a single bloom of evolution won't thrive;
Detonation of everything but peace,
so careless is the nature of war;
Decimated there's nothing to seize
save P.T.S.D flooding the drugstore.
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