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Mar 2018
It stops
It starts
Light flickering in the darkness
Eyes blood red
Teeth sharp as a knife
Ink painted on his skin
Clothing worn from use
A Smirk
A grin
A smile
He knows whats coming next
And so do I

"Welcome home soldier boy"
Mac
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