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The story is never written, A narrative never told. The old lined paper Kempt by metal fingers, A face wrinkled with use; Scarred-- with gray tributes, Slashed with gaudy limelight. Serrations of effect, Course by course Delineation of subjects. 180 men strong - standing at attention. Hundreds of guns-- Straight and narrow: Waiting for the charge, Muzzle-flash discharge. Three identical wounds, Inflicted on the men; Identity branded skin.
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC
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The story is never written, A narrative never told. The old lined paper Kempt by metal fingers, A face wrinkled with use; Scarred-- with gray tributes, Slashed with gaudy limelight. Serrations of effect, Course by course Delineation of subjects. 180 men strong - standing at attention. Hundreds of guns-- Straight and narrow: Waiting for the charge, Muzzle-flash discharge. Three identical wounds, Inflicted on the men; Identity branded skin.
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC
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