Number 3

i guess i've given up on the great

amnesty for regret

we are just not all going to strike

our sympathetic nerve together

all hit our funny bones

at the same time

some of the mistakes you made

are going unatoned 

some of the injured will

not be alert

when malice expires

"upon the midnight"

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