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These waters caressed a thousand dead bodies. Young and old men, mothers, their children. The water listened, it heard their submerged howls, Slowly growing drunk of their brittle little-souls.
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May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
The Padma
These waters caressed a thousand dead bodies. Young and old men, mothers, their children. The water listened, it heard their submerged howls, Slowly growing drunk of their brittle little-souls.
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May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
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