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The soldiers limping life is laying now lulling the lame lover lusting over legs lurking in laughter waiting for later when little man looks over and sees the light leaving like lightning striking seeing small stars shining slowly spinning so she smiles softly at him and starts saying something but he can’t hear that her heart has hit him and he has his head in a place that thinks that this time the world will make sense to him but boom a bang beaconing before becoming a bad beacon of bile rising right from the rearing roar of rearranging organs opening up on oceans only on October once over the orbit aligns again the ability to abandon the soldier sleeping sounding now in the stars separate shining heat of heart having found in the first Fortnite forever after the aggressive age of attacks