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Apr 2021
A subtle stab
A pinching worry
that things will never be as they once were
A stab back
A guilty pleasure
knowing not what has just been done
A step away
A promise
that things will once again be right
A silent friend
A quiet whisper
out into the cold dead night
A soft grudge
A broken heart
beating itself up on behalf of a friend
A still breeze
A dead soldier
lying all alone on a field still even after death
A cold war
A dead redemption
Things will never be the same
Colin
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Colin
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