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At War
Alone with his memories,
sleep would not come
The minutes, the hours,
time's haunting begun
Together reliving
each choice made in vain
His will and his conscience
-in conflict again
(The New Room: December, 2021)
sleep would not come
The minutes, the hours,
time's haunting begun
Together reliving
each choice made in vain
His will and his conscience
-in conflict again
(The New Room: December, 2021)
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At War
At War
