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War Dream

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

You can taste
the fear in the air
thick
suffocating

The earth is damp
with blood
staining our palms
and clothes

Yet no complaints are made
from the tear stained faces
of our soldiers





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