Day Seven: "Two"
Two
After the end,
when the city
streets echo
and the war
has poured
itself out, who
can say that
in the dust,
despite walls
of language
or politics,
a final two
human souls
could not find
a thin scrap
of empathy?
After the end,
when the city
streets echo
and the war
has poured
itself out, who
can say that
in the dust,
despite walls
of language
or politics,
a final two
human souls
could not find
a thin scrap
of empathy?
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