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The unrest grew
Like Winter vine,
The bitter promise of darker days
Choking our hearts
And strangling our hopes,
Devouring our passions
As if change were a starter
And compassion the main,
And safe within
Our brittle shells
We closed our eyes
To the road ahead,
Trusting still
Fate’s fickle words
And turning blame
To another’s door.

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