there was a dream that gave me fright.
I almost died, almost being shot
and then the culprit turned the gun
a blood stained mark upon his side
and gun put in the hand of mine.
I threw away across the ice
I screamed to guarantee our fight.
Now, still, in shallows others fade.
They slip being buried in the waves.
Did you not hear them say your name?
Next year they'll rise to try again.
The waves that sink, will rise up then
and surely then will call once more.
To stay or run, I now implore...
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