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May 2020
I speak to you from some dirt in a field
  I couldn't say where. We were soldiers in
  deadly combat. We all left intact lives to
  throw death's dice for some forgotten glory.
  We died in piles and found our way to burial
  as the months turned to years. Dead brothers
  in arms in historic battlefields with plaques.
  I miss your last kiss when you said come home.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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   cedar, vb and SPT
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