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Jun 2016
A bomb exploded with a thunderous sound,
mangled pieces wre thrown around.
Bodies were battered,
lives were shattered.
Freedom indeed has a price to pay,
three souls lost their lives that day.
Who will the widowed bride
he fought valiantly before he died.
Written by
Hermione puckel
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