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The Quarrel
'Let no one hope to find in contemplation an escape from conflict, from anguish or from doubt.' Thomas Merton
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Words spoken drift like
mustard gas, doubt burning like
webs, unexpected
spiders brush my ears,
slip into my eyes as blind-
ly I run away.
poem
by
Steven Federle
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