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I would go to war
but I'd have to hate, kill,
to be cruel to yourself too,
I like red color
but not the one that flutters proudly in the wind
or oozed from wounds,
sometimes I hear snow falling,
the silence of the forest or that voice somewhere inside
that does not move air particles,
and in the war, her bang is tearing the spirit to shreds
and that chill
inert
many times greater than hunger,
that's why I'm going to war
I am a virtual soldier
I fight as hard as I can…