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Sep 8
Upon sight no more exists,
nothing worth anyone's while,
the caves of despair are hard to resist,
calm sweet waters now run rile.

The lonely soldier stages by,
drunk in gait empty rifle at hand,
the weak soul longs to die,
Nothing went as planned.

At dawn the enemy struck,
their retaliation proved vain,
like a dry spring so was their luck,
the lone survivor retreated bleeding in pain.

All is empty as he staggers by
All but hope engraved in his mind.
Waynepatrick
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Waynepatrick  19/M
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     Fawn and BR Dragos
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