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Jun 2014
I saw their veins all ripped apart
from needles filled with
so much dirt
it could squeeze the life out of them.

They begged and suffered.
They died and lived for a while.

There was blood everywhere.

You'd think they didn't even have a chance. Did they?
Francesca
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Francesca  Greece
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     Hawa, keaoss, antxthesis, --- and Babu kandula
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