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Apr 2013
when i bled in the sheets
your scream wounded my ear
like shell shock
in WorldWarI trenches
we forgot our helmets that day
our skin blew to bits
and blanketed the tree branches
hanging limp
like ripped-off doll
hands.
Cadence Musick
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Cadence Musick
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   Charlotte, Nick Durbin, marina and JM
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