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Waisted Hope

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A wild escape
from the battlefield
we creep and crawl
for as long as possible

you can tast
fear in the air
thick
almost sufficating

The earth is damp
with blood
staining our palms
and clothes

No complaints are made
from the tear-stained faces
of our soldiers
This Is War





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