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Once again......

My feet, remind me.

Of when, I was once so cold.

Of a time, I once went to war.

Of those who fell.

And, stayed down.

Never again, to rise.....

Of their own accord.

Lonely..... is their slumber.

Forgotten, are their deeds.

Their dreams, now .......eternal.

Their bones, turned....... to dust.

While my soul is ever, 

joined....... with theirs.

My body, languishes. 

Its an ache,

of which.......

I don’t speak.

For, it is of the heart.

And although it has no cure.

It burns the soul, 

And

It burns deep.

It’s a malady, which can kill.

But only if......

You don’t 

fight back

Giajl © Jim Love