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Metal protruded from his skull He felt the war deep in his mind. No man’s land hugged Georg With a frigid sense of endearment. Wrapped in the tendrils of the night, What good was his wound now? He was missing pieces, Waiting for a missing peace. God softly called, “This is the end”
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
9. Georg falls the third time
Metal protruded from his skull He felt the war deep in his mind. No man’s land hugged Georg With a frigid sense of endearment. Wrapped in the tendrils of the night, What good was his wound now? He was missing pieces, Waiting for a missing peace. God softly called, “This is the end”
nick-kroger
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
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