Memories
January 21, 2016
Sore feet
Egyptian desert heat
Polluted air
Dusty hair
I was there
Bullet’s whistle
Hairs bristle
Bullet’s thunder
Echo rumbles
Coughing blood
Brown as mud
Gaping hole
Ascending Soul
Sun setting
Rebels fretting
Helicopter above
Throwing Molotov
Lives endangered
Lives abandoned
Can't live without memories
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