Hard Peace

Thu, 01/08/2015 - 02:41 -- Svenz

A shoe too small for man to wear;
Lost life, a soul so young, a br'er.
Upon the grave we must lament;
our wails to carve the grey cement.
The dead we wrought;
wrung malcontent.

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