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Aug 2018
you can smell it
the war
it crawls up your spine
and your heart
it beats
or bursts
as the fire surrounds you
and as you clutch her hand
look into her eyes
you can see it
the war
and you hold on
as she nods
will you die with me?
on the spot
Written by
NN  20/F/Hungary
(20/F/Hungary)   
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   Fawn, --- and Billy Tolosa
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