What If I Help?A Poem by FaeryQueenon the spot
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slow fast trickles of sweat pour down your forehead brave coward men soldiers armies of unspoken ones arrives by your side heat fatigue death thirst starvation and slowly your army is dying, slowly disintegrating
© 2015 FaeryQueenAuthor's Note
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