The dismembered day lay soaked in its own blood
The jungle knows only one truth; silence
For heaven’s sake, please shut up
Your incoherent ramblings only hurt my ears …
The women in fatigues
Disappeared behind the bushes
Their empty water cans
Made sweet music
Rubbing against the warm barrels…
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