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winter 1945
Winter 1945
Shots in the night.
White faces
Snow fell
On cold bodies
Killing field.
I knew and didnīt want to know
Someone
Took me by the hand
Carried me home
Innocence confronted
By death.
In the night, I vomited
Must be something
I ate last evening.
Shots in the night.
White faces
Snow fell
On cold bodies
Killing field.
I knew and didnīt want to know
Someone
Took me by the hand
Carried me home
Innocence confronted
By death.
In the night, I vomited
Must be something
I ate last evening.
Published 12th Nov 2021
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12th Nov 2021 11:16am
Ya. Must be. Imagine what it was like trying to exist through a German winter in 1945, 46, 47....
