alfie lee writing


observation post

we wait for the three
on the hill.
three days

and it's drizzling
still. Nee
Soon town glows

as day. it's just
one two
day exercise
away. the

pass down
down the chain.
it's fucking red

bean soup again.
it's small
comfort but it fills.
it's time to kill.


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