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Oct 2018
After the war
we kept finding bodies
beneath the glass
and the bricks
collected for the rebuilding.
It became so painful
to look forward
when that was all we had.
But once again the dead went
unrecognizable, surprised
we could look forward at all.
Written by
JeanieBeth  60/Transgender Female/Far from home
(60/Transgender Female/Far from home)   
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