i let the sorrow striken words consume me,
consume my mind and soul,
as i walk into the dark night.
the whispers, the screams,
the troubled tales present the beat of my march,
tears fall from the sky,
weeping for the poor soldiers of the world.
they fight the war everday,
lies and deceit,
sly smiles and winks.
they drown in it,
become all-consumed,
by the flames of their desire.
reminders lay in the stars,
little bits of hope,
little dreams twinkling.
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hi, darling. i'm happy to see that you still write.
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