Soldier One, no blood on you
lucky you, but quite amazing
you live to see your frame age and shrivel
happens in the time of those circular memories
back and forth, never letting go
feel them and know: That's old age
Maybe a pillow for your dreams suffices
brings forth what's welded to death
not yours, but your soldier buddies'
too old to remember?
maybe you don't care anymore
after all, it happened to someone else
someone with your name, but not you
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-08-29 18:41:37
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