pray
without ceasing
they said
but
there is
life to live
people to love
places to go
books to read
music to hear
flowers to smell
rivers to see
mountains to climb
the well
runs
dry
there
in
the days
with no numbers
amongst
the morning breaths
and enemies
the city fights
and bad harmonies
the unmade beds
and crying babies
the poisoned streams
and wet tent memories
pray
without
ceasing
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