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The No Man's Land of Our Love
by Christopher Ingham

Stranded in the no man's land of our love,
We huddle between our fear and desire,
Seeking always the fox holes of the dark,
Where the searchlights of our different worlds
Cannot trap us in the dangerous glare
Of exposure. We hide from the snipers
Constantly seeking an easy target.
Unlike the lovers of Sarejevo,
Ever frozen in a photographic
Image of death, we desperately cling
To the hope of a peace which will allow
Us to walk, hand in hand, in the sunlight

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