Fair early in a starless night
I walk 'neath black and bitter skies,
and Jack Frost numbs my long-healed sores–
Fights long-forgotten, little wars
Far bigger than my fights today,
Which start over the words I say
and progress no further thank in kind,
My taste for conflict long-declined.
Those lead me first to thoughts impure
Which soon a moment's smile cures.
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