Getting Through the Day
By agora
Getting Through the Day Let there be truce. You in your armed camp me in my bastion. Let there be truce. Let our tongues talk words of false civility. Let us pretend we have no history or let there be war something feeding on the soured passion lying between us like a field of fetid mines or let there be truth: I warn, we cannot be reborn. Written November 12th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 11:38 PM PST 0 • 10
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