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Over and away
From now we crave
The instant is blinding
Torn by this finding

A disappearance of form
Never to be born
Of fear, loss, and mourning
This moment occurring

The hope of will
You slowly distill
Another relevant junction
Were we to function

As one and two
A war for you
Has lost its day
I will find a simpler way

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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