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Jul 2015
Terracotta soldiers, marching forever.
Still they stay.
Silently rigid.
Entombed long time.
Long time to linger.
Much longer.
Tick tock.
Not rocking.
Faces indifferent to their situation.
Stuck forever.
Not wearing leather boots.
Their own red boots.
They don't wear down.
(c)Livvi
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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