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Jun 2016
Internal conflict, they call it,
I call it a siege,
A staring contest decorated with cannonballs.

Two sides,
Uncompromising,
No negotiation, just fruitless patience.

Both reason and bargain,
But neither side is listening,
And in the end it comes down to the walls.

How well did each side,
Hide itself away?
And what will it take to bring them out?
Parsavagely Kompenere
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Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
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