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Apr 10
My feet, they moved forward
In soldier-like pace,
Drawn into a war—
No room to retrace.

Youth in my chest,
Bland orders in hand.
I hopped on the train,
I’m here on your track.

Got windows to watch
The days rushing by—
An echo of life,
A life that’s not mine.
Written by
Egle
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