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​Tonight, the church bells sound like us:

Furious (you) and out of time (me)

Punctuated with silence

Interrupted by sirens

Loud and impossible to ignore

Beautiful ad nauseam

Like this, like us:

We know that it will end eventually,

A welcome reprieve,

But we also know that it will start up again

And soon:

Same time, same place, same song, same face

Same problems, same fate, same love, different day.