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Knowing
With the world sitting,
Dangling it’s feet
Over the edge of war,
He escaped into
Thoughts about her,
Listened to the music
Playing in the night,
Read her letters,
Felt each note
Like a double edged
Razor blade,
That bitter sweet
Knowing
That they would
If they could,
Knowing that war
Would happen,
Knowing the
Impossibility
Of it all.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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Pianist "Mike Lew" |