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This place is always a little lonely
At the noise and life;
I like solitude,
But not in places

NG
VE has chains of metal rare,
Heavy as gold—yet light as air:
It chanced he caught a heart one day Which struggled hard, as loth to stay

CE there is no escape, since at the
My body will be utterly destroyed,
This hand I love as I have loved a friend,
This body I tended, wept with and enjoyed;

August 6, 1916
—Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded:
Graves,
Captain R

I never hear the word “Escape”
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation –
A flying attitude!