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Nanjing

A dead baby lays in the middle of the road her mother decapitated, blood seeps into the river - A piece of bamboo and a broken bayonet one penetrates the rectum, the other, a man's head - The water is stale, bitter, and putrid a corpse washes up on shore - a young boy, his skull smashed in blood on the butt of a rifle - A sword, a decapitated torso rotten flesh, a mass grave hands mounted to a poll spoiled meat, rotting in the sun....

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Date: 3/24/2016 8:46:00 PM
antonio ball, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA...
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