Temp

No one is sure about me.
From lover
to employer
to self.

I was lulled into a
false peace
by camouflaged warmongers
onto the scent of my faithful blood.

And I remember too late
a lesson learned lifetimes ago:

We dig trenches
together
but we die
alone.

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