good soldier
Every cell learned rank.
Fear became my spine.
Peace sounded like footsteps.
Even now, the kettle hissing
feels like an order.
Some days I remember
how to be a good soldier.
Some days I practice disobedience
and call it breathing.
good soldier
Every cell learned rank.
Fear became my spine.
Peace sounded like footsteps.
Even now, the kettle hissing
feels like an order.
Some days I remember
how to be a good soldier.
Some days I practice disobedience
and call it breathing.
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