Tracer lit the night
while the screams of the dying
were drowned out
by the exploding shells
no longer cold or wet
no thoughts of hunger.
Just a surge, a rush
the body’d come alive.
Tracer lit the night
while the screams of the dying
were drowned out
by the exploding shells
no longer cold or wet
no thoughts of hunger.
Just a surge, a rush
the body’d come alive.
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