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A Different Kind Of Shell
Deep and hollow were his eyes, what had these eyes known?
Glazed over with an empty stare, what had these eyes been shown?
He is but a shell, I told him not to go, goddamn Vietnam, he’s just not the same since he’s been back home.
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