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Feb 2019
tell me, mother,
how much my life is worth?
is it a bullet or two?

my soul can't take the horrors of war,
but my hands are merry
they killed a man.

I no longer feel
what is fear and what is love
this skin only knows steel.

tell me, mother,
how much my life is worth?
is it a bullet or two?
Written by
ramoska
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     Fawn and Sarita Aditya Verma
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