The walls were thick with will—

                               not strength, not steel.

We laid them down like pronouns in a grammar of fear,

fluent only in repetition. Stone by stone we spelled out:

Never again. And meant it.

But silence tunnels too.

A whisper breached where no guns aimed—

not headlong, but sidelong,

like memory forgetting its own edge.

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Blue On Blue Contact

This blue on blue contact

is really rather fun.

Amber shoots at Boris

with her metaphoric gun,

Michael snipes at Dominic,

Andrea shoots from the hip

And Jacob assaults everyone

with his stiff upper lip.

This blue on blue contact

puts them under friendly fire -

the egotist, the pessimist

the naysayer and liar.

They all have an op...

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