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Temporary Peace

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DSteffi

Published: May 14, 2012

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Numbered are our days
broken to pieces one by one
time seems such a haze
would be nice to spring and just run

Escape to some haven
away from the nonsense
where ground is safe and even
and finally find life's essence

While evading is not absolute
staying is no guarantee
I deem not honor, no salute
from uncertainty I must flee

One day, I fully know
I must stand and face my fears
To let blood continually flow
and hear not the sob of tears

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