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forest morning (Free verse) by fiefofum
the prod of a boot near the face
a giant boot stands on you till you wake
'first
light..stand to'
'first
light..stand to'
still wrapped in your own body heat
so much so that the smooth part caused sweat at your feet
dew
anaesthetic COLD knife places itself on your exposed face
cloudedbr ain still heavy, your heart a SlOw pace
the noise of the empty cold silence is disturbing
the pit in your stomach starts once again moving
the deathly cold steel of your rifle
the deathly c old s low s you down
'get your shit together,we move in figures five'
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