Apr 2019
The march
never tells true
stories of weary legs.
Through great jungles of green and steel,
aching.
Press on,
we urge against
the ground dragging beneath.
Unconquerable, every day
they walk
never tells true
stories of weary legs.
Through great jungles of green and steel,
aching.
Press on,
we urge against
the ground dragging beneath.
Unconquerable, every day
they walk
(25/M/Atlanta)
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