Conflict
S Sally Plumb Plumb
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Like an old soldier
I certain go,
into a land of never glow.
A reflection of some life
that's past,
a place quite starless,
cold as glass, hard as iron.
With the hope
of hope invading...
just a fight
that's unrelinquished,
the scope of brain
not yet extinquished,
a conflict
of a no win low,
a reason for which way to go.
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