So closely knit
Is the brave new world
The daily crossfire
We foolishly brave
Bound and bowered
We strive for war
For the quarrels
That flood
The purest of hearts
All that remains
Are the wavering scores
Who writhe in peril
At the lash
Of troubling verse
So closely knit, we stir
To our quiet demise
Hollow
Yet swollen with words

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