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In the ocean of stillness,
Is a fragment of truth,
That injures the central,
And reigns the cardiac.
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War in silence,
Peace is ephemeral,
Of a solo memory,
With an extreme feeling.
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Tears from the heart,
Of fragments of war,
In the era of silence and grief,
With life so rigid.
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Silence echoes back,
As war's fragment still in view,
In a devoid life,
Of a lip zipped muse,
When life rolls on silently.
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TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)