he lyes awake in the bed of the night
his eyes wide and his ears ringing
the walls are solid
but he can hear ever word
ever wisper
ever scream
he rolls over and closes his eyes
waiting for the noise to stop
but it never stops
never quits
never ends
he gets out of bed the next day
his eyes burning in the sun
never sleeping
always dream
of wars
and death
and the sun
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