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Feb 2020
There is no glory
in war.
Your heroes are forever
stained with the sound
of whizzing bullets
and spilled guts.
The soil shall no longer produce
fruit nor anything sweet.
The ground was watered with blood and death.

There is no more life in it.
Serendipity
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Serendipity  21/Alive
(21/Alive)   
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       Perry and Carlo C Gomez
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