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Stirring Chaos

This stirring,

This war within me,

I catch glimpses of the conflict,

In the shivers down my spine,

And the tingles along my skin,

Moonlight offers little respite,

I work,

I war,

The light inside 

Silently shouts at me,

To wake up,

I do not know all that morning will bring,

But I know it will usher in a call

That I must answer.

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