Will I find you here? Beyond the mist of the dead's long faded-away cries? Or prone and broken on the blood-wet mud? This war has been fought for too long.
I am its casualty. Its breathing casualty.
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A Bright Clearing I AM.
There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.
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