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Whitney 2 --Stains

Ripped knapsack decays with time, ever stained from war’s horror. My young son flipping in—out through piles of bones and .echoes. Written for Whitney 2 Contest Sept 9 2017 Sponsored by nette onclaud

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Date: 9/16/2017 9:39:00 AM
Intense write Leon.
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Date: 9/11/2017 10:37:00 PM
Congratulations on your win, Leon, nicely done hugs Eve
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Date: 9/11/2017 6:10:00 PM
Congrats!!! Leon on your great poem and Win!...god bless...^WW^
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Date: 9/11/2017 6:04:00 PM
Congrats, Leon!
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Date: 9/11/2017 5:31:00 PM
wow, what imagery!! Great job, Leon.
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Date: 9/11/2017 2:24:00 PM
Congratulations Leon :)
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Date: 9/11/2017 12:20:00 PM
Very deep and sad Leon congratulations on your win:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 9/11/2017 12:10:00 PM
Congratulations! the ripped sack is such a smart way to tie in a concrete detail to the inner space of the son. Love it!
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Date: 9/11/2017 10:22:00 AM
leon, you took the theme to a different route with such poetic impact...congrats on garnering a top spot and thanks for participating!... huggs
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