more poetry… i can’t seem to express myself in just sentences any more. can you guess what this one is about?

they fall as a group
random yet coordinated
releasing the filth
changing the colors

almost a new start
so giving
and beautiful
the group is dangerous

but they descend
and give their role
as a group they shine
and then are not seen again

as their givers clear way
and warm glows embrace
their fallen soldiers
they vanish to be thrown again

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