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A Soldiers Mind
I've slept and woke through trials and hardships,
given my pain, do I deserve to sleep?
The rot of my mind smells of crushed parsnips,
Pungent but pleasant, to me it's a feast.
Rally in despair, a Spartan prepared,
given nothing but a mind full of hope.
I've taken my fear, gone! Poof! In thin air,
And walked through the valley's filled with red dope.
Through the eye's of a Soldier, bui...
Monday 1st July 2024 6:57 pm
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