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Two Fronts

Two torn halves a battling, Cannon shots be heard, For war rages on forward, Day and night, no respite to be found, Hands betraying, a gun no longer safe in hand, Fear that claws at the weary soldier, Before he takes a life, He prays with tears and begs for love, The shot he does fire, So it is the last, For the war has now ceased, No side a winner, Silence be heard, For no other ever witnessed this war.

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Date: 2/8/2016 11:13:00 AM
this is a deep poem, that echoes war
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