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The Path Becomes Slower (WW1 100 years)

The path becomes slower…

The orders become louder

The constant din of shattering shells

Like pots and pans being washed and put away by you

 

My Mind becomes slower…

The generals clearly don’t know what to do

I take a bullet carefully  from my friend’s arm, as if I’m holding you

 

My sleep has become numb…

The path to the other side has become shorter

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