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We are not all men here
BY M.S.
We are not all men here
We are not all candles, persevering until the end
We are not all bound in the breach to refrain from weeping—
To reach out our hands to touch black thorns in the open field
Without any whisper of desolation or despair we plead for a frigid wind to whip us
To snap our blistered ears with cries of the frozen ocean
That we may awake from our stumbling daze and become men
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