Anastasia Schmidt

Rookie (July 2nd / Lafayette)

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I was living...and will die eventually

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Dear Soilder

The nose I smell with sniffs the scent of withered flowers on the grave
The mouth i speak with breaths the words telling me to be brave

The hands I touch with feel the colors of the red, white, and blue
All the hundreds who died the same way, laying next to you

Till at long last I reach the stone with a not so familiar name
As i fall to my knees i recall that things will never be the same

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