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*A pack of cigarettes, some gum, some condoms, and $50 were stuffed into his cargo pocket, in his left hand a 9 millimeter, 10 rounds in the clip he spotted a dead Vietcong..... Yellow and scrawny.... a bullet through his right eye his brains seeping out of his skull.... A little girl, walking down the dirt field road a rice bowl in her right hand, a bayonet in the left, it was covered in blood Up the road, he spotted a fire, the sounds of AK-47's whipping through the wind a pile of bodies stuffed on top of each other Ears and fingers wrapped around bare skinned necks the smell of rotten flesh.... To the south, a ********** high heel boots, lace ******* and a mini skirt, unkempt hair, pitch-black red lipstick and hazel colored eyes $50 for a ******* $75 for a ******* $100 for one hours and $200 for two condoms still stuffed in the cargo pocket A back alley, a sloppy ******* the ****** broke..... The gum is still wrapped in foil, unwrapped, slowly chewed, sweet then bitter the roar of helicopters and the blast of grenades American flags ripped and set on fire A single bullet, a silent gasp.....*
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC
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*A pack of cigarettes, some gum, some condoms, and $50 were stuffed into his cargo pocket, in his left hand a 9 millimeter, 10 rounds in the clip he spotted a dead Vietcong..... Yellow and scrawny.... a bullet through his right eye his brains seeping out of his skull.... A little girl, walking down the dirt field road a rice bowl in her right hand, a bayonet in the left, it was covered in blood Up the road, he spotted a fire, the sounds of AK-47's whipping through the wind a pile of bodies stuffed on top of each other Ears and fingers wrapped around bare skinned necks the smell of rotten flesh.... To the south, a ********** high heel boots, lace ******* and a mini skirt, unkempt hair, pitch-black red lipstick and hazel colored eyes $50 for a ******* $75 for a ******* $100 for one hours and $200 for two condoms still stuffed in the cargo pocket A back alley, a sloppy ******* the ****** broke..... The gum is still wrapped in foil, unwrapped, slowly chewed, sweet then bitter the roar of helicopters and the blast of grenades American flags ripped and set on fire A single bullet, a silent gasp.....*
#war#depression#anger#pain#sadness#death#blood#rage
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC
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