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Dream # 18724

our shoreside lethargic encampment is invaded by we-mean-business marines calmly debarking the LSTs
you could shave with the creases in the camos of the sharp-dressed troops
see your face in the shine of their boots
even after they wade in
they fan out thru the huts purposefully
they meet no opposition from our rag-tag forces
they try to herd us but we drift in and out of their confines like ghosts
oblivious and indifferent 
no good can come from this