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Is it just an image? Just a dream?  Trespassing my heavy eyelids in the dead of night. Need my poor sight dazzling light?  Need my pupils a gentle breath,  To blow away some possible dust A layer of lie beneath or upon the truth  They claim to observe with full might?  Have I let slip so sudden this world  Runs anti-clockwise in the region of my head?  Have I foretold a smile full of tears  Or a summer sky turning velvet red?  Which child of earth has seen The horror I battle day after day?  Which reckless  knight or gallant templar   Has reached the law of come what may?  this war goes on through bugle calls and snare drums.  On a battlefield, where I die and unbecome..
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC
Battlefield
Is it just an image? Just a dream?  Trespassing my heavy eyelids in the dead of night. Need my poor sight dazzling light?  Need my pupils a gentle breath,  To blow away some possible dust A layer of lie beneath or upon the truth  They claim to observe with full might?  Have I let slip so sudden this world  Runs anti-clockwise in the region of my head?  Have I foretold a smile full of tears  Or a summer sky turning velvet red?  Which child of earth has seen The horror I battle day after day?  Which reckless  knight or gallant templar   Has reached the law of come what may?  this war goes on through bugle calls and snare drums.  On a battlefield, where I die and unbecome..
TinaRSH
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC
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