a new haircut.
new shoes.
a new suit.
the war is over.
my brain is a plate
of scrambled eggs,
but i'm home.
home at last.
i'm on the bus
to go see my best
girl.
I've kept a photo
of her
against my chest.
no more drama
for me. let the warrior
die a peaceful
death.
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