Soldiers
They let us sleep safe
They usually smell
Days without sleep
Oceans away from life
All they have is each other
Burying treasures in the feild
Getting letters is their sustenance
Kiss them when they get home
They usually smell
Days without sleep
Oceans away from life
All they have is each other
Burying treasures in the feild
Getting letters is their sustenance
Kiss them when they get home
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