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Four Leaf

The gift of life wrapped in flesh. Indeed, I want to live. & indeed I know nothing's more precious than the present. Me within. That presence felt to skin rekindled fore stories of war's glory. Me born soldier. She born four leaf. Me unarmed & equipped for battle remain unscathed in her keep. She. Freedom among sleepness nights under mirrors where hot metal whisper their victim's names. Many souls wandered off in the night. Dreaming the voice of a love. Often finding truth in a trigger's lullaby. Salute. Yet, I've always loved the beat of heart. There's just some music much too beautiful to let go unheard. My blessed Four Leaf frequency clear. I hear, Come home. Front lines no place for rest. True. Gardens, the only place for life. True. Live, won't you. Indeed, I want to live. But my name's been sought for... I hope it's She.

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