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Calvie360

Published: Oct 18, 2014

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There is a hidden secret
Woven into my soul
Only warriors with their battle scars
Can see what's buried within

This is a shared secret

Etched forever in my mind

Only my fellow soldiers

Know of pain this kind

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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Oct 19, 2014

It may be short but it's well written for sure

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