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Before the Battlefield

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Reads 171
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Parts 9
Time 12m

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Before the Battlefield is a lyrical odyssey through the life of a man whose golden childhood is fractured by the call of duty. Torn from the laughter and love that once defined him, he learns to find purpose in the noise of conflict, to wear valor like a second skin. But war does not just take-it reshapes. Each poem captures the slow fading of his former self, the quiet unraveling of innocence, and the forging of something harder, quieter, less whole. This collection doesn't glorify the fight-it honors the cost.All Rights Reserved

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