anchored by guilt,

echoes of promise snuffed out in the frigid air,

guilt hurls its snarl my way,

remember this and remember that,

as tears fail to fall,

from dry eyes,
weakened by the fight,

the unending skirmishes,

trench-warfare,

bleeding,

gushing hope,

for a few more tidbits of light

peace | love | uBuntu

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