Aug 2014
My ears still ring
with memories
of grenade-sounds
& the reports
of automatic-rounds,
& I dream,
I pray,
they go away,
disappear someday.
with memories
of grenade-sounds
& the reports
of automatic-rounds,
& I dream,
I pray,
they go away,
disappear someday.
(GRB090423)
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