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Jan 2016
Falling rain soaks our mangled corpses
We will not return to the trenches
Our sunken eyes peer into the black
Never to see home
Never to see your smile
Ashed cigarettes no longer dance like fireflies
No more songs will fill the cold air
matt
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matt  Raleigh, NC
(Raleigh, NC)   
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