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Trained faces with Private`s smiles,
The uncomfortable chill of frozen expressions.
Looking through the darkness,
Into the trenches of the enemy.

Solitary soul, drained.
Crippled twists with a closing door.
Tormented by lesser men,
With a flickering presence.

Rolling minds,
Falling like apples.
An empty room,
And a conscience.

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by: Juliet Amherst
from: Jacksonville, IL, US

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