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She traced her steps across the weathered staircase, her hand firmly clutching the handrail. With every other step, the floor bellowed under the press..
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His face was up against the floor, a bottle of whiskey laying in front of him, nearly empty, but a few drops forming a shallow puddle on its side. A w..
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The Middle East, in pain writhesswollen with death lays the sea.To aid the people they went, liarsA power struggle among giantsBy the thousands fleein..
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Over rotting corpses, by drifting soulshundreds of young men walkto the battle once moreWhat awaits, they know not.Fresh from bootcamp they cameshinin..
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In a cold, distant landthere I standGazing at bright, happy starsdreaming;of what could have been.A waterfall of seawater runsacross dry, fractured sa..
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In the lounge, seated atop his leather thronehe’d puff a cig and read yestereve’s forecastRumbling and snarling about the economyIn his ca..
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Waist deep into the mudbracing for the charge, soon to come.Rifles in hand, helmets tightly strappedAcross no man’s land, the enemy marchIn this..
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A poem about WW1.
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Long past midnight;with the moon still highgrazing in the star-laden sky,The bedchamber lays emptysheets rugged and worn;I bid you goodnightand depart..
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Under the star glazed skyfor the third night, we are marching,The stars beaconing our pathto new richesOnce there,you are greeted by staresoftentimes,..
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