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Jun 2017
A woman stands on a hill,
alone with her thoughts.
Through her pain she must feel
compassion for ought nought.

But stand alone and fight the mighty fight.
Bringing forth agony and fright.
From dusk till dawn she persevered alone.
To stand atop the loneliest of drones.
Written by
Josh Vasquez  38/M/Wellington, CO.
(38/M/Wellington, CO.)   
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