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Feb 2016
War
The sight of nothing but fire and destruction, The smell of ash and sorrow, the taste of blood, Every touch or hit is not felt because of the pain, The sound of screams being silenced and swords and blades thrashing at each other as the war counties.
Francis T
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Francis T  Richmond Viginia
(Richmond Viginia)   
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