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Tuesday, May 17, 2016

I can see blood 
I can see Bullets shooting through the air
I can see war.

 I can smell smoke,fear,smoke
I can smell people dying
I can smell war.
I can touch poppies,Dead grass,dry dirt
I can touch dirt
I can touch war.


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