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This War

I do not want this war.

This softness, I am.

I do not want this

war.

And yet, it flows

where peace seeks to be.

And yet, aggression is

somehow,

the twisted arm

of this peaceful river.

Must we simply flow?

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. đź’•

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