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Battlefield

Rating: 2.8

Yielding clod lulls iron off to sleep
bloods clot the patches where they oozed
rusts crumble
fleshes slime
sucking lusts around decay.
Murder on murder blinks
in childish eyes.

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Omer Krieger 23 August 2006

here here here here here

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