måndag 1 februari 2010 bild 2/4
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She walked through bullets and haze.
I asked her to stop;
I begged her to stay.
But she pressed on,
So I lifted my gun
And I fired away...
And the shells
Jumped through the smoke.
And into the sand,
That the blood had now soaked,
She collapsed,
With a flag in her hand.
A flag white as snow.
Annons