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Dec 2011
I keep having
these war dreams.

A soldier
stalks my yard
cradling
an
M4.

The bullets ring in golden hiccups
at my head.

So,
I die.
Waverly
Written by
Waverly
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     ---, Ahmad Cox and Waverly
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