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1 " I entered the fire and could have quit-Could have turned and walked away,Weeping each step for passed pain.I chose, instead, to stay.I stayed, and the flames went high,Far taller than little me.So high and so bright, all around,That soon I could not see. "
― Adam Scott Campbell , Embattled We: A Poet's War
2 " Sword-arm pauses. War-heat recedes.Sacred soul-sister silently pleadsFor only peace, which never has been.Only has such been seen withinA soul with the humblest, most basic needs.That soul I've fleetingly seen before,Crossing my path when I'd naught left in store-Nothing to which war-poet may run.Soul-sister-Soul-Angel- seeing poet undone,Paused, to hand war-poet gold from her Core. "
