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May 2014
It was in the early morning
after a fire fight,
acrid smoke hung
in the air,
boys were screaming
for their mothers.

I never realized
how small
a human skull was
until I saw one,
smashed
&
empty.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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