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The Longest Day

The long narrow hallway, Etched with pain and euphoria, A mother’s sacrifice and the husband’s touch, A parade of white. The time is concentrated, Flowing through me like a river, Wild and roaring And I stuck - a paralysed effigy on the shore. On the pricipice of darkness I sat, shivering to burst, Refusing to remember, What is to be lost.

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