The Dead
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The dead,
debris of war
scarred earth,
tread carefully
with their shadows
broken.
Bled naked, souls,
caked blood
silent remains
in agonies field,
shielded by sorry
clouds loud thunder
think no more
of victory
but wander,
ghostly apparitions alone,
each, in their own
solitude.
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