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Even when veterans still cringe at the war call
How stupid of you to think you could fare better?
When you know the taste, when you even anticipate it
It doesn’t for one second takes the sting off it
Yet the price of a sting would not have in a thousand years
Kept you away from tasting honey
And given another opportunity– am sure you’ll taste the taste again
For what is life without life?
Those little chanced meeting that brings meaning to existence

The magical moment of a gaze
Of when two sights lock in recognition
When time freezes and creation is renewed
Now the heart sighs from the memory of stings
However, purer, gentler memories will soon
Sooth sighing hearts to sweet slumber