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Jul 2014
old men walk slowly
back down the road
emerge out of a war
fought in their youth
when blood was up
and spirits high
cooled now in memories
long distant away
many only walk
as far as the edges
and stop at the cemetery gates
unable to go further
turn and return to their graves
Written by
nivek
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