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You and I met
You and I met at the most unfortunate time:
Shrieks of bodies being torn apart
Filled my ears as I looked into your eyes -
Earthy hazel, a grounding, on which I could rely.
Hell was bearing down on us, and yet I
Did not cry; we emerged, intact, but apart,
And for the moment, swallowed the lie.
Years of companionship spent in uniform stride
Into wanton ruin where only ...
Thursday 3rd March 2016 5:55 pm
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