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Veteran

The answer stood alone, blowing, a torn flag.
The torn down soldier, bowing to her grace.
An answer was found, a new beginning, a new stack.
An engine was roaring, a new life spinning, a new face.

Dry tears fell into my hands.
Dry as fire, I burned anew.
Wet tears fell from the clouds.
Wet as oceans, now flowed anew.

DuRoLuRo

@DuRoLuRo

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