Isn’t it strange
This eternal war we confide in
Subtle shades of indignant glory
Persist
Our hearts discontent
Left in the dark
Without a prison to hold it
Just a bottle
A smoke
And the dying fire light
I awoke to the sounds of dead silence. There was nothing, not a hum from nearby electronics, not a gracing of a slight breeze. No tentativ...
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