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Feb 2019
dead bodies lay around me

the stench of rotting flesh

the mud beneath my feet paralyzes me
swords swing back and forth

mother, i am now a casualty
forever encased in mud,
coloured with tragedy.
Written by
ramoska
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   MicMag
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