15 March 2013
Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm.
Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
Panic - never far, Unease is all that greets him. Nothing left but scars.
Home; this snow filled trench Olfactory overload Deaths coppery stench
Battlefield - on the edge, Ready to step forth Take a leap over the ledge.
Dreams - are all he has, Where innocence is not dead, and blood is not shed.
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@Yikici @Jamtots @Stablish @leelee101 @BethyBoo @minxyMolly
Proposed contributor: @Irrational_kimmi
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