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The last fluttering wind The last gasping breath Many piercing cries Many hate-filled fights Eyes filled with tears Memories filled with sadness Warm blood turned cold Enchanted faces silenced Sad willow whispers Of cold foggy nights Of little childrens deaths The blood soaked mat The lifeless bodies pilled In darkness In pain With sadness And horrible thoughts Of never returning again
-Julie F-
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