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Schadenfreude

Names of those we
will never know,
ghosts of an
awful past,
towers filled with smoke from their bodies,
and the sky polluted with ash.
Milk and bread,
the supper I was fed,
water I desired.
Yet through the rain
the kiss of death sang
a song of
blood and fire.





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