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Apr 2017
Blood on my hands
sweat in my dreams
battling a falling eye
fright of hell's phantoms

Guns in my hands
shots in my dreams
bleeding a deafened ear
howls of slain souls

Dirt on my hands
graves in my dreams
suffocating a broken nose
bones of rotting flesh

Nails on my hands
wounds in my dreams
scratching a plagued skin
peels of flesh beneath

And the ******* in my hands
fantasies of my dreams
feeding a dry lip
relief of yesterday's war
PTSD
kayanja ronald edwin
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kayanja ronald edwin  25/M
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