(a{ Letter From The Front Of The Line.}) Poem by sean north

(a{ Letter From The Front Of The Line.})



s0ld13r5 w0nt t3ll u
how many th3y kill3d

only how many they
had to see, di3.

and
dont ask them why.

hunters talking, always.
round their campfires.

talk about, tears seen.
running out, a dying eye.

and
dont ask them why

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