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Unease

by Edward St. James

 

The burning silhouettes sleeping in darkness—
Their eyes track me with unease and fear.
I can see that we left their world a mess,
The burning silhouettes sleeping in darkness
With no other choice in the world but to accept less.
Horrors we turn away from remain near:
The burning silhouettes sleeping in darkness
Their eyes track me with unease and fear.
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