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517 · Mar 2022
Mother’s Lust for Uzvar
dplynch Mar 2022
Mother pricked her index on a holly bush.

A trickle of blood succumbed to the crater, crossing the lines of her palm.

She sanctioned a frown.

On her hand now lay a staining scarlet winter berry.
Russia
Putin
Ukraine
Winter
War

— The End —